Now I hold Time in my arms!
I was weighed down by pain, effort, patience –
it cannot continue to carry me.
From evening thoughts of pure love,
I turned my age into a rule…
…But I somehow manage to blind him
with the bright lightning of my optimism:
“There is nowhere for you to go – I tell him –
even if I drop you out of despair,
you, Time, hold on tight to me;
have you forgotten how long 

you have been transforming me
into thousands of lives
and together we write Poetry?”