by Antonio Porchia （Translated by W. S. Merwin）

    Whatever I take， I take too much or too little； I do not take

    the exact¹ amount. The exact amount is no use to me.

    When one does not love the impossible， one does not love anything.

    Every time I wake I understand how easy it is to be nothing.

    Now you do not know what to do， not even when you go back to being²

    a child. And it is sad to see a child who does not know what to do.

    Only a few arrive at nothing， because the way is long.

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