I don't know if you're alive or dead
I don't know if you're alive or dead.
Can I look for you on earth,
Or, only when the sunsets fade,
Mourn you serenely in my thought?
All is for you: the daily prayer,
The sleepless heat at night,
And of my verses, the white
Flock, and of my eyes, the blue fire.
No-one was more cherished, no-one tortured
Me more, not
Even the one who betrayed me to torture,
Not even the one who caressed me and forgot.
1915
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