Although I am dusty, my effort shames my poverty;
my work must propel more fuel to the light before I'm done.
Though in poverty, I hold a kingly treasure in hand;
why covet the petty fortune that by the fates is won?
Despite my poverty, may I become dark-faced like moon
when I gaze at luminosity of fortunate sun,
Beginning 'For Hafiz' - * I hibernated through the winter, lumbering outside of my apartment only to go to work and forage for food. Forgoing art-making entirely, I worked at hom...
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