Do not imagine you can abdicate.
—W. H. Auden
I know that feeling you have: wanting the world,
at last, to yield something, the way liquor does—
an angle, an idea, a color, a deepening.
Know that you are a creature who waits and does
not act. Forget that you are waiting for a minute;
chew the last of the ice in your glass, and fill
your dreams with the blunt, garish jumble of wine.