Fifty-four returns life's many favors.
Into what she does she pours her heart.
Fortune will reward the work one savors,
The roles where love of beauty stirs one's labors,
Yearning that must underlie all art.
Feeling is a shape, a tone, a color,
Out of which in time will come a whole.
Underneath all being is the Other,
Returning to whom is the artist's goal.