Nothing

To your abandonment I have opposed
my godlike tower of intelligence.
I climb up there; my blood-stained heart has caused
the sea to be empurpled with its sense.

I'll manufacture dawn from my old shadow,
protect my lyre from vain and wanton winds,
search in my self for my own sustenance;...
but, ah, if that sweet peace should bring me nothing!

Nothing, yes, nothing, nothing! Oh that the waters
might now receive my soul; and in this manner
the world be one great prison, chill and naught!

For you are you; you are the human spring,
of earth, air, water, fire-of everything;
while I myself am nothing but my thought.

Juan Ramon Jimenez (1881 - 1958)
Spanish Poet