•
Oh! you understand
that if I consent
to live — to seem
to forget you —
it is to
feed my pain
— and so that this apparent
forgetfulness
can spring forth more
horribly in tears, at
…
some random
moment, in
the middle of this
life, when you
appear to me.
•
from A Tomb For Anatole, Stéphane Mallarmé
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