Now I have left my muse deep in the past
because the river of my thoughts had dried,
and the new spring was held so deep inside
that I had thought myself to be outcast
by my own heart, but now I see at last
a brand-new freshet on which words may rise
unbidden. So I shaped a newer guise
for a new journey, and thus with a new mast.
So down the stream I send my newborn heart
in brightest hope, hoisting a remade sail,
no longer in the shallows but afloat;
thus out of shadow I make a fresh start,
uncertain, but determined not to fail,
I now weigh anchor, seaward goes my boat.
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