Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were
behind you, like the winter that has just gone by.
For among these winters there is just one so endlessly winter
that only be wintering through it will your heart survive.
Be forever dead in Eurydice - more gladly arise
into the seamless life proclaimed in your song.
Here, in the realm of decline, among momentary days,
be the crystal cup that shattered even as it rang.
Be-and yet know the great void were all things begin,
the infinite source of your own most intense vibration,
so that, this once, you may give your perfect assent.
To all that is used-up, and to all the muffled and dumb
creatures in the world's full reserve, the unsayable sums,
joyfully add yourself, and cancel the count.
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