Magdalen with the Smoking Flame
by Georges
de La Tour
I should wish
today the grass were white to trample the evidence of seeing you suffer: I’d
not look below your hand so young at the hard form, without death’s
roughcast. One discretionary day, others for all that less avid than me, will
take off your canvas chemise, will occupy your alcove. But they will forget
as they go to douse the light and a little bit of oil will spill from the
dagger of the flame upon the impossible solution. |
René Char