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What he timidly imagined in his school days, is opened up,

revealed to him. And he makes the rounds, stays out all night,

gets swept up in things. And as is (for our art) only right,

pleasure rejoices in his fresh, hot blood,

an outlaw sensual abandon overcomes

his body; and his youthful limbs

give in to it.

And so a simple boy

becomes, for us, worth looking at, and passes through the High

World of Poetry, for a moment—yes, even he;

this aesthete of a boy, with his blood so fresh and hot.

[1914; 1917]