...like the eagle that gazes long,
Long with fixed eyes into abysses -his own abysses.
Oh, how they wind downward, lower and lower
and into ever deeper depths!
Then, suddenly, straight as sight in brandished flight,
Pounce(d) on lambs abruptly down, hot-hungry,
Lusting for lambs, hating all lamb souls,
Grimly hating whatever looks sheepish, lamb-eyed, curly-wooled,
Gray, with lambs and sheeps' goodwill.
Thus Eagle-like, Panther-like,
-Are the poet's longings.
Are your longings [hidden] under a thousand masks?...
THUS SPOKE ZARATHUSTRA: FOURTH PART [THE SONG OF MELANCHOLY #7]
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