If I Die

If I die, survive me with such sheer force

That you will waken the furies of the pallid and the cold

From south to south lift your indelible eyes

From sun to sun, dream through your singing mouth

I don't want your laughter or your steps to waver

I don't want my heritage of joy to die

Don't call up my person

I am absent

Live in my absence as if in a house

Absence is a house so vast

That inside you will pass through its walls

And hang pictures on the air