I love my work, and I'm very careful about it.
But today I'm discouraged by how slowly it's going.
The day's had a bad effect on me:
it grows darker and darker. Endless wind and rain.
I'm more in the mood for looking at things than for speaking.
In this picture I'm now gazing at, a handsome boy
is lying down close to a spring,
maybe exhausted from running.
What a handsome boy; what a heavenly noon
has caught him up in sleep.
I sit and gaze like this for a long time,
recovering through art from the effort of creating it.