I've made up my mind to put all into my art. Like a baker puts what's best into what she makes. The sweet smell of her morning bread inspires my senses, and lifts me so high.
I've always been well fed. But I've felt hunger and starvation like no one I've ever known. Till I met a man hungrier than I've ever been; so I handed him a poem. He tasted the words and stanzas, and became a good friend.