"Why should not old men be mad ?"
To be young and to fall in love
is almost universal, quite banal -
prose thinking it is poetry.
But to fall in love as Leoš Janáček did
when he was over sixty
and I am doing now more calmly
at seventy-two -
not with a young woman
but a man of my own age -
is to start another book,
not merely turn another page.