Rivers and bridges, mountains, seas—do not give them new names.
They are as silly clothes or none, are no more than gossip.
Spend midday on foot; use a stick as a third thin leg;
save morning time and evening time for thought.
Wish for beds or mats you’ve never warmed, simple food
without excess drink, for poetry is the duty of man alone
and woman alone but the duty of man and woman together
is production. With simple food you can do anything.
Keep your poems to your pockets, carried as winged insects tucked
in vegetable cloth. When asked, make them fly away;
when asked,make more.
By-Richard P. Gabriel
A poet, essayist, and computer scientist.