Long into the night we were walking on the Piazza del Duomo.
He: That I was too politicized.
And I answered him more or less as follows: If you have a nail in your shoe, what then?
Do you love that nail? Same with me.
I am for the moon amid the vineyards
When you see high up the snow on the Alps.
"In Milan" (1955), trans. Czesŀaw Miŀosz and Robert Hass - King Popeil and Other Poems (1962)