No More Learning

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.

To close the eyes

I - do not want to

close the eyes -

that will watch

me always

58.

Let us speak of him

again, let us extinguish

- in reality, silence

59.

True mourning in

rooms

- not the cemetery -

to find only

absence -

- in presence

of things

60.

And he

the father -

who constructs

a tomb

- won't his spirit

go seeking the traces of

destruction - and transmute

into pure spirit?

so deeply that

purity emerges from

the corruption!

61.

No - I will not

relinquish

nothingness

a father - I

sense the nothingness

invading me

62.

May my thought

make for him a

more beautiful

purer life.

63.
Wreaths

One feels obliged

to throw into this earth

that opens before

the child - the loveliest

wreaths of flowers -

the loveliest flowery

products, of that

earth - sacrificed

- in order to veil

or pay his toll

for him

64.