life from its rigors in human corpses
flings out the beauty of the spring
a forest sighs into the vast of space
and the weeping world takes up again
its fundamental note of joy
despite our daily need to drown it out
but still the conquering leaves go forth
along the strict branches of love
the town looks civilized and neat
the sea purls like a whale at our feet
then we can forget to die
or as if someone else in any event
had already taken care of that for us
and we will live on forever at last
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