I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are;
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.
Still, here I carry my old delicious burdens;
I carry them, men and women—I carry them with me wherever I go.
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them;
I am filled with them and I will fill them in return.
You road I enter upon and look around! I believe that you are not all that is here;
I believe that much unseen is also here.
Here the profound lesson of reception, neither preference nor denial;