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mirage--retour--image--voyage--amour--
the great love that you gave me:
the wind of days has worn it out
where there were flames--where there was destiny--
where we were--
Notre soleil--our sun--
which was nothing but Thought--
O double exile
in which
the double
vanishes
Son lieu pour vous apparaît cendre et crainte
For you its place is ashes and dread
that extreme instant of our one embrace--
[One day, I threw
a bit of precious wine
into the ocean
(I can’t tell you where)
Was it at some god’s bidding?
Purely returned to the sea
and I saw
in the bitter air
deep
dancing
forms ]
Vers l’inconnu!
I’ve rediscovered the celestial and the savage,
paradise in which anguish is desire...
In a body my forgotten delight
(where your name was)
shall take the form of a
heart
and I will
live again
notre grande journée,
Et cette amour que je t’avais donnée
Pour la douleur
When, in a body, my delight, which has gone away
(where your name was written as upon a leaf),
becomes a heart, I will live again the tremendous day
and the love that I gave you and gave away
for grief
not “doux” but “douleur”
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