What you give me, I cheerfully accept,
A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money —these as I rendezvous with my poems,
A traveller's lodging and breakfast as I journey through The States—Why should I be ashamed to own such gifts? Why to advertise for them?
For I myself am not one who bestows nothing upon man and woman,
For I know that what I bestow upon any man or woman is no less than the entrance to all the gifts of the universe.
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