All Summarised The Soul…

All summarised, the soul,
When slowly we breathe it out
In several rings of smoke
By other rings wiped out

Bears witness to some cigar
Burning skilfully while
The ash is separated far
From its bright kiss of fire

So does the choir of romantic art
Fly towards the lips
Exclude from it if you start
The real because it’s cheap

Meaning too precise is sure
To void your dreamy literature.

by Stéphane Mallarmé

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