No More Learning

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.

No - not

one of the great

deaths -

- as long as we

ourselves live, he

lives - in us

it is only after we're

dead he will be so

- and the bell that tolls

for the Dead will toll for

him

29.

- And let us speak

of what

we both know

we two

mystery

30.

Oh! Make us

suffer

you who

thought so

little of it - all

that equates to

your life, painful in

shattered

us

while you

glide, free

31.

And you, his sister

you who one day

- (that gulf open

since his death

that follows us

to our own -

when we

your mother and I

have vanished there)

must, one day,

unite us all

three in your thoughts,

your memory. . .

-as in

a single tomb

you who, in

turn, will come

upon this tomb, not

made for you -

32.

Sunset

and wind

now vanished, a

wind of nothing

that breathes

(the emptiness

? modern, there)

33.

Tears, flood

of lucidity, the dead

seen again,

beyond

34.

Death - whispers low

- I am no one -

do not even know myself

(for the dead do not

know they're

dead - nor that they're

dying

- children

at least

- or

heroes - sudden

deaths

for my beauty's

made otherwise

of last

moments -

lucidity, beauty

face - of

what would be

I, without I

for as soon as

(one is,

I am -

dead) I cease

to be -

made then of

premonitions, of

intuitions, ultimate

frissons - I

am not -

yet in the ideal

state

and for those

others, tears,

mourning, all that -

and it's my

shade, ignorance

of myself, that

dresses in mourning

35.

Illness to which

one clings

wanting it

to endure, to possess

him longer

36.

Death - ridiculous enemy

- who cannot impose on the child

the notion that you exist!

37.