Better right and thought wrong, like Cassandra,
than wrong and thought right, or Nostradamus--

And better Promethean love, without fear
of darkness, for fear is protean; it is fear.

Best yet, better spring move on that fall
may come again, returning May. Best right away.

And I take that back-- Best, right here, in May
of winter, a sad light for the lost along the way.