“I do not want to see what you would show.
It doesn’t fit with how I see myself.
As one small drop would cause to overflow
The lake, that would no longer be itself,
So I should have to see me in new bounds.
I will not hear but what I hear in me,
Nor dare embrace another’s foreign sounds.
Like one small note would lead the key
Astray, and shift the nature of the song,
So I should have to hear me in new lays.
I do not want to know. You do me wrong
To weigh me with the charge may change my ways.”
“That’s
well,” I say. “Narcissus the unreceiver
Died in the lake. It’s best to leak
and be a river.”
