the impossible refuge

Experience and suffering
are the mother of wisdom.

Be happy in your own soul.
Among pitiless townsmen
one will always abuse you,
another speak praise.

When a man is dead
one can find no medicine
to bring him life.



Now chasms and mountain summits are asleep,
and sierra slopes and ravines;
creeping things nourished by the dark earth,
hillside beasts and generation of bees,
monsters in the depths of the purple brine,
all lie asleep,
and also tribes of flying birds.