What you give me I cheerfully accept,
A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money,
as I rendezvous with my poems,
A traveler’s lodging and breakfast as I journey through the States,-
why should I be ashamed to own such gifts? why to advertise for
them?
For I myself am not one who bestows nothing upon man and woman,
For I bestow upon any man or woman the entrance
to all the gifts of the universe.
