No More Learning

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.
After-effect

immortality

thanks to

our love

- he prolongs us

beyond

in exchange

we give back

life to him

in deepening

our thought

47.

Earth - gap gaping and

never to be filled

- but by sky

- indifferent earth

grave

not flowers

wreaths, our

joys and our life

48.

No, you are not one of the dead

- you will not be among

the dead, always in us

49.

it becomes a

joy (a bitter

enough thing) for us -

and unjust to him

who rests below, and is

in reality deprived

of all that with which

we associate him.

50.

I -

perhaps -

the ambiguity

that might be!

pain and sweet

joys

of the ghostly

sufferer

51.

Vision

endlessly purified

by my tears

52.

Ah! Adored heart

O my image

beyond of too vast

destinies -

only a child

like you -

I dream

still

all alone -

in the future

53.

Ah! Truly you know

that if I consent

to live - to seem

to forget you -

it is to

nourish my pain

- and so this apparent

forgetfulness

can pour out more

fully in tears, at

some moment

in the midst of this

life, when you

appear to me

54.

Time - it takes

for a body to decompose

in earth - (confounded

little by little

with neutral earth

in vast horizons)

it is then he

let's go of the pure

spirit one

was - which was

bound to him,

organised - which

can take refuge

pure in us,

to reign

in us,

the survivors

absolute purity

on which

time pivots and

re-forms

55.

I sense it in myself

wanting - if not

the life lost,

at least the

equivalent -

the death

- where one is stripped

of body

- in those who remain

56.

- Oh! I

sense you

so strongly - and that you

always feel

well with us,

the parents - but

free, child

eternal, and at once

everywhere -

57.