If I die, survive me with such sheer force
that you waken the furies of the pallid & cold
from south to south lift your indelible eyes
from sun to sun dream through your singing mouth
I don't want your laughter or your steps to waver
I don't want my heritage of joy to die
Don't call up my person. I am absent.
Live in my absence as if in a house
Absence is a house so vast
that inside you will pass through its walls
and hang pictures on the air
Absence is a house so transparent that I, lifeless will see you, living
and if you suffer, my love, I will die again