Death will come with your eyes— br this death that accompanies us br from morning till night, sleepless, br deaf, like an old regret br or a stupid vice. Your eyes br will be a useless word, br a muted cry, a silence. br As you see them each morning br when alone you lean over br the mirror. O cherished hope, br that day we too shall know br that you are life and nothing. br br For everyone death has a look. br Death will come with your eyes. br It will be like terminating a vice, br as seen in the mirror br a dead face re-emerging, br like listening to closed lips. br We'll go down the abyss in silence.