One day I will be recognized as a writer of note. Do I feel unhappy because I may not live to see that day? Why, I already recognize myself as a writer of note!

Addendum (December 20, 2016)

A writer of note? As a matter of fact, I do not like labels of this ilk. Not in the least. Which is why I would never call myself a writer, let alone a writer of note. So, what got into me when this haiku was penned? I cannot recall the circumstances any longer, but I must have been angry. Actually, very angry. At the time, I was facing one court case after another. Hoisted upon my shoulders by the former mayor of Motovun, they showed that my writings were not entirely in vain, but only just. The mayor and his stooges went only for my writings that could lend me in trouble with the crooked Croatian courts. Anything else was of little if any interest to them. Returning to the haiku after so many years, I would suggest a slightly different reading. When it comes to my writings, I may well be recognized one day as their reader of note. Even more, their only reader of note!