He remembered her words: “You are a good man.”
He did not quite believe it. Lyric poets
Usually have—he knew it—cold hearts.
It is like a medical condition. Perfection in art
Is given in exchange for such an affliction.
—Czeslaw Milosz, “Orpheus and Eurydice,” Second Space (Ecco/Harper Collins,
2005), translation by Robert Hass
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