No More Learning

27.

You watch me

I cannot tell you

the truth yet

I dare not, too little one,

What has happened to you

-

One day I will tell it

to you

- for as a man

I'd not wish you

not to know

your fate

-

or man

dead child

28.

No - not

one of the great

deaths -

- as long as we

ourselves live, he

lives - in us

it is only after we're

dead he will be so

- and the bell that tolls

for the Dead will toll for

him

29.

- And let us speak

of what

we both know

we two

mystery

30.

Oh! Make us

suffer

you who

thought so

little of it - all

that equates to

your life, painful in

shattered

us

while you

glide, free

31.

And you, his sister

you who one day

- (that gulf open

since his death

that follows us

to our own -

when we

your mother and I

have vanished there)

must, one day,

unite us all

three in your thoughts,

your memory. . .

-as in

a single tomb

you who, in

turn, will come

upon this tomb, not

made for you -

32.

Sunset

and wind

now vanished, a

wind of nothing

that breathes

(the emptiness

? modern, there)

33.

Tears, flood

of lucidity, the dead

seen again,

beyond

34.

Death - whispers low

- I am no one -

do not even know myself

(for the dead do not

know they're

dead - nor that they're

dying

- children

at least

- or

heroes - sudden

deaths

for my beauty's

made otherwise

of last

moments -

lucidity, beauty

face - of

what would be

I, without I

for as soon as

(one is,

I am -

dead) I cease

to be -

made then of

premonitions, of

intuitions, ultimate

frissons - I

am not -

yet in the ideal

state

and for those

others, tears,

mourning, all that -

and it's my

shade, ignorance

of myself, that

dresses in mourning

35.

Illness to which

one clings

wanting it

to endure, to possess

him longer

36.
Death - ridiculous enemy

- who cannot impose on the child

the notion that you exist!

37.

No more life for

me

and I sense myself

lying there in the grave

beside you.

38.

Death

only consolation

exists, thoughts - balm

but what is done

is done - we cannot

return to the absolute

contained in death -

- and yet

to show that if,

life once abstracted,

the happiness of being

together, all that - such

consolation in its turn

has its root - its base -

absolute - in what

(if we wish

for example a

dead being to live in

us, thought -

is his being, his

thought in effect)

ever he has of the best

that transpires, through our

love and the care

we take

of being -

(being, being

simply moral and

about thought)

there is in that a

magnificent beyond

that rediscovers its

truth - so much

purer and lovelier than

the absolute rupture

of death - become

little by little as illusory

as absolute ( so we're

allowed to seem

to forget the pain)

- as this illusion

of survival in

us, becomes absolutely

illusory - (there is

unreality in both

cases) has been terrible

and true

39.

Earth - you lack

a single plant

- to what purpose -

- I who

honour you -

flowers,

vain beauty

40.

His eyes

watch me, double

and sufficient

- already taken by

absence and the void

all to unite there?

41.

Man and

absence -

the spiritual

twin with which

he blends when he

dreams, reflects

- absence, alone

after death, once

the pious

interment of the

body, creates

mysteriously - that

agreed fiction

42.

Slow to be sacrifice

earth alters him

all this time

pain eternal

and dumb

43.

What! death

in its vastness - terrible

death

to strike down so

small a being

I say to deathcoward

ah! it is in us

not beyond

44.

He has dug our

grave

in dying

the burial plot

45.

Oh! If the eyes of the dead

had greater power

than those, most beautiful

of the living

if they could draw you in

46.