so deeply that
purity emerges from
the corruption!
purity emerges from
the corruption!
Mallarme - Poems
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.
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.
