Poems ✍️

Still Man is true; I come back to Man
Again and again. Leaving all the blue sins
And filthiness of civilization behind,
I rush to join Man's procession.

Neither forest nor loneliness, I adore
Only the maddened din and bustle of life;
The soul that longs for the blind self-success
Is now detestable corpse, the food for a vulture.


Those who will go to the Moon leaving men on earth;
Those who desire the blue-eyed nymphs of heaven;
Those who are always indifferent to men's
Defeat and bad news; I wish they succeed
In building gold-house in heaven
And I live and die here only with Man.