"It started at Stravinsky's Le Sacre
With five she-devils of terrible aspect;
I determined then I should come to the arts
As a monk goes to monastic orders.
"It was then I believe
I became possessed
By some ferocious inner thing;
A thing that has remained unknown to me.
"Was that fierce thing an inner being
Or an unknown form of memory?
What was that thing? Ideas came
And I hurried myself to write them down.
"The mathematical calculation
The language
The content
The apparent simplicity -
"All were there to serve that thing
Which was a thing
With a subtle and secret mechanism.
"How came those words
To send those poems
Into the sky?
"That inner thing,
What is it?"
