Dying, the seed will discover the self it finds in the losing.
That is, oh, Nature, thy law! That is thy lesson, oh, Man!
Hearing dark music, the poet knoweth no rest; he abideth—
Purer and purer the sound, clearer the fore-uttered word.
Vyacheslav Ivanov (1866 - 1949)
Translated by Babette Deutsch and Avrahm Yarmolinsky