Thought I understood the song of birds.
As if I had killed a Wagnerian dragon
and a drop of blood had fallen on my tongue.
Yes, thought I heard the pain of nature
and had been accepted as its emissary.
What a pathetic attempt at a return!
Of that which once was Orpheus
all that remains is a clacking jaw
with mould and murmurs instead of song.
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