Last Letter To His Wife Poem by Rene Daumal
Last Letter To His Wife
I am dead because I lack desire,
I lack desire because I think I possess.
I think I possess because I do not try to give.
In trying to give, you see that you have nothing;
Seeing that you have nothing, you try to give of yourself;
Trying to give of yourself, you see that you are nothing:
Seeing that you are nothing, you desire to become;
In desiring to become, you begin to live.
begin to live with desire, you are right to some extent, my dear poet, thanks.
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4/24/2024 11:28:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Exactly 50 years I am thinking about what is coveyed through/in/with this little poem. Paralell with it I find portugese saying (paradox!) : 'Têm-se o que e dado' - 'You have what is given' (meaning: 'that (which) you gave'.)