EDITORIAL NOTE TO POETRY

darkness! 19 A thought that still Flows hot, like lava: But all streams of lava Build a fortress around them, And every thought finally Oppresses itself with laws. 20 Such is my will: And since 'tis my will, All goes as I wish— That was my final wisdom: I willed what I must, And thus I forced every "must,"— Since then has been for me no "must." 23 Deceit Is war's whole art The fox's skin