He took the hunger-cutting scythe casually
& gnawed at the growing wheat: It was definite-
ly Alexander who was marching past the trees.
Sitting nearby, Shakespeare wrote sweetest lines--
Beethoven listened to the musics of the birds
not far. While Galileo, ever so calmly, looked
on the stars--Herodotus counted the endless wars/
He dropped th'scythe out of his hand
and looked over his field
at the wheat going up in flames! AND
dared to think: Should he get angry?
--But, with who? --God, maybe?
No, no: Not worth it (not while Mozart ^{58} "heart" in original draft@
played on that clavelin with all his art 58).