If sometimes I say that flowers smile
And if I should say that rivers sing,
It's not because I think there are smiles in flowers
And songs in the rivers'flowing...
It's so I can help misguided men
Feel the truly existence of flowers and rivers.
Since I write for them to read me,
I sometimes stop
To the stupidity of their senses...
It isn't right, but I excuse myself,
Because I've only taken on this odious role,
An interpreter of nature,
Because there are men who don't grasp its language,
Which is no language at all.
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