Van Gogh, Sower with Setting Sun
Shake off
this sadness, and recover your spirit;
sluggish
you will never see the wheel of fate
that
brushes your heel as it turns going by,
the man who
wants to live is the man in whom life is
abundant.
Now you are
only giving food to that final pain
which is
slowly winding you in the nets of death,
but to live
is to work, and the only thing which lasts
is the
work; start then, turn to the work.
Throw
yourself like seed as you walk, and into your own
field,
don't turn
your face for that would be to turn it to death,
and do not
let the past weight down your motion.
Leave
what's alive in the furrow, what's dead in yourself,
for life
does not move in the same way as a group of clouds;
from your
work you will be able one day to gather yourself.
---Migual
de Unamuno (translated by Robert Bly)







