"Autopsychography"

(Poets feign and conceal
So completely feign and pretend
That the pain which they really feel
They'll feign for you in the end

And he who reads what they've done
Never senses the twofold pain
That's in them, only the one
Which they never feel but feign

And so, to amuse our minds
Round again to the start
On its circular railway winds
That toy train called the heart.)

—Michael Hamburger