no sketches first, no studies, that's long past:
i do what many dream of, all their lives,
— dream? strive to do, and agonize to do,
and fail in doing. i could count twenty such
on twice your fingers, and not leave this town,
who strive — you don't know how the others strive
to paint a little thing like that you smeared
carelessly passing with your robes afloat,
yet do much less, so much less, someone says,
(i know his name, no matter) so much less!
well, less is more, lucrezia: i am judged.