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 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.
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 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.
Mallarme - Poems
