No More Learning

Oh! Leave. . . us

at this word

- that merges

us both

- unites us

finally -

since who has

spoken it

yours

20.

- All this transformation

once barbarous and

material

external -

now

moral

and within

21.

No brother sister

ever the absent one

shall not be less than

those present -

22.

to feel it burst

in the night

the immense void

produced by what

would be his life

- because he cannot

know -

he is dead

lightning?

23.

Moment when one must

break with the

living memory,

to inter it

- place it in the coffin,

hide it - with

the brutality of

placing it there,

raw contact

to see it no longer

except as idealised -

later, no longer him

living, there - but

the germ of his being

taken back into itself -

the germ allowing

thought for him

- sight of him

vision (ideality

of state) and

speech for him

for in us, pure

him, a refining

- become our

honour, the source

of our finer

feelings -

true re-entry

into the ideal

24.

Death's treacherous

blow - of

which he

evil

knew nothing

- in my turn

to toy with it, the

one thing childhood

knows nothing of

25.

hour of the

empty room

-

until it is

opened

perhaps everything

follows thus

(morally)

26.

You can, with your

weak hands, drag me

into your grave - you

have the right -

- I myself

who follow you, I, I

let myself fall -

- yet if you

wish, together,

let us both make. . .
an alliance

a magnificent bond,

- and the life

remaining in me

I will employ

for. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

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.