Useless
remedies
abandoned
if nature
wished it not
I would
take myself
for one dead
balms mere
consolations for us
- doubt
then not, their reality!
remedies
abandoned
if nature
wished it not
I would
take myself
for one dead
balms mere
consolations for us
- doubt
then not, their reality!
Mallarme - Poems
The content is however universal enough, I think, for a reader of any spiritual persuasion to respond in their own manner, within their own belief system.
The Fragments
1.
Child emerged from
us both - showing us
our ideal, the way
- for us! A father
mother surviving him
in sad existence
like two extremes -
ill fused in him
that are parted
-hence his death -
cancelling this small
child's 'self'
2.
Ill in
spring time
Dead in autumn
- the sun
3.
Son
re-absorbed
not gone
it is he
- or his brother
I
myself said it
to him
two brothers
4.
- image of I
other than I
taken in
death!
5.
what takes refuge
in me your future
becomes a
purity for life,
which I shall
not touch -
6.
To pray to the dead
(not for them)
- need
for the child here
- his absence
because of the true dead
only a child!
7.
Hands join
towards him not
to be touched -
but who is -
- whom a space
distances -
8.
To resurrect
- to construct
with his
lucidity - this
work - too
vast for me
and thus
depriving me
of life, sacrificing
it if it is
not for the work
- to be him grown,
deprived - and
do it without
fear of toying
with his death -
if I sacrificed
life for him -
if I accepted
this death
as my own
9.
Exemplar
we have known
through you this 'more
than ourselves'
which often escapes
us - and will be
in us - in our
actions, now
child, sowing
the ideal
10.
Father mother
vowing never
another child
- grave that he dug
life ends there
11.
Useless
remedies
abandoned
if nature
wished it not
I would
take myself
for one dead
balms mere
consolations for us
- doubt
then not, their reality!
12.
Child our
immortality
made in fact
of lost human
hopes - son -
entrusted to woman
by a man
no longer young
despairing of finding
the mystery
taking a wife
13.
Ill
since the day when death
installed itself - marked by
malady -
no longer himself already, but
the one we would wish
to see again later
beyond death -
summing up death and
corruption - appearing
so, with his sickness
and pallor
14.
Ill - to be naked
as the child -
appearing to us
- we profit from those
hours, when death
stricken
he lives
still, and
is still ours
title: poetry of
the malady
15.
With the gift of words
I could have made you
yourselfchild of the work
kingmade of you
instead
-no, sadof the son
in us
- made you- of
task
no-
yet he
remember theproves
that he
bad days -was such -
played
mouth closedthat role!
native
speech-
forgotten
it is I who have
aided you since
16.
- Have brought back in
you the child -
youth or sickness
of history learned
forgottenfrom which
nothing
I would not have
suffered - to be
in my turn
studying only that
-death
17.
Then - you would only
have been me
- since I am
here - lonely, sad -
- no, I remember
a childhood -
- yours
twin voices
but without you
I'd not have - known
18.
So it is I,
hands accursed -
who bequeathed you!
- silence
(he forgives)
19.
Oh! Leave. . . us
at this word
- that merges
us both
- unites us
finally -
since who has
spoken it
yours
20.
The Fragments
1.
Child emerged from
us both - showing us
our ideal, the way
- for us! A father
mother surviving him
in sad existence
like two extremes -
ill fused in him
that are parted
-hence his death -
cancelling this small
child's 'self'
2.
Ill in
spring time
Dead in autumn
- the sun
3.
Son
re-absorbed
not gone
it is he
- or his brother
I
myself said it
to him
two brothers
4.
- image of I
other than I
taken in
death!
5.
what takes refuge
in me your future
becomes a
purity for life,
which I shall
not touch -
6.
To pray to the dead
(not for them)
- need
for the child here
- his absence
because of the true dead
only a child!
7.
Hands join
towards him not
to be touched -
but who is -
- whom a space
distances -
8.
To resurrect
- to construct
with his
lucidity - this
work - too
vast for me
and thus
depriving me
of life, sacrificing
it if it is
not for the work
- to be him grown,
deprived - and
do it without
fear of toying
with his death -
if I sacrificed
life for him -
if I accepted
this death
as my own
9.
Exemplar
we have known
through you this 'more
than ourselves'
which often escapes
us - and will be
in us - in our
actions, now
child, sowing
the ideal
10.
Father mother
vowing never
another child
- grave that he dug
life ends there
11.
Useless
remedies
abandoned
if nature
wished it not
I would
take myself
for one dead
balms mere
consolations for us
- doubt
then not, their reality!
12.
Child our
immortality
made in fact
of lost human
hopes - son -
entrusted to woman
by a man
no longer young
despairing of finding
the mystery
taking a wife
13.
Ill
since the day when death
installed itself - marked by
malady -
no longer himself already, but
the one we would wish
to see again later
beyond death -
summing up death and
corruption - appearing
so, with his sickness
and pallor
14.
Ill - to be naked
as the child -
appearing to us
- we profit from those
hours, when death
stricken
he lives
still, and
is still ours
title: poetry of
the malady
15.
With the gift of words
I could have made you
yourselfchild of the work
kingmade of you
instead
-no, sadof the son
in us
- made you- of
task
no-
yet he
remember theproves
that he
bad days -was such -
played
mouth closedthat role!
native
speech-
forgotten
it is I who have
aided you since
16.
- Have brought back in
you the child -
youth or sickness
of history learned
forgottenfrom which
nothing
I would not have
suffered - to be
in my turn
studying only that
-death
17.
Then - you would only
have been me
- since I am
here - lonely, sad -
- no, I remember
a childhood -
- yours
twin voices
but without you
I'd not have - known
18.
So it is I,
hands accursed -
who bequeathed you!
- silence
(he forgives)
19.
Oh! Leave. . . us
at this word
- that merges
us both
- unites us
finally -
since who has
spoken it
yours
20.
