From the legendary poet’s Santa Claus: A Morality (1946):

But surely nothing could be simpler
than taking something which is freely offered.

You’re speaking of a true or actual world.
Imagine, if you can, a world so blurred
that its inhabitants are one another
— an idiotic monster of negation:
so timid, it would rather starve itself
eternally than run the risk of choking;
so greedy, nothing satisfies its hunger
but always huger quantities of nothing —
a world so lazy that it cannot dream;
so blind, it worships its own ugliness:
a world so false, so trivial, so unso,
phantoms are solid by comparison.