An Artist’s Night
Something inside me burns furiously.
Does it reside in my heart or my soul, I wonder.
If it is in my heart, they tell me,
To let it devour my heart of all hope
For, that will help me seek the ultimate truth.
If it is in my soul, they tell me,
To let it burn my soul to the ashes
For that is the price of being an artist.
At night, during the full moon,
I weep.
My...