Thinking poets, thinking-painters, artistic intellectuals, messiahs or prophets.
Il y a là cendre
Does he look forward or back? Does he make a space or close it up forever? The ember dies. The cinder's spark quenched by floods.
Love is as strong as death
vehement as the grave
a radiant, flaming fire
What is left after the flames of love except cinders? But what has burned up? Of what are these embers a remainder? We are left with its trace. Is it death that is burned up by love or is it life.
Il y a là cendre
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