("You took a lamp...")

YVES BONNEFOY + GALWAY KINNELL

TRUTH

Thus until death, faces reunited,

The heart's clumsy gestures on the rediscovered body,

On which you die, absolute truth,

This body given over to your weakened hands.

The smell of blood will be the good you were seeking,

Frugal good radiating in an orangery.

The sun will turn, with its bright agony

Lighting the place where all was laid bare.

You took a lamp and you open the door,

What use is a lamp, it is raining, the day breaks.