Cancelling the Count

Be ahead of all parting, like the winter that has just gone by,
For amongst these winters is one so endlessly winter that, only by wintering through it, will your heart survive.

Be forever dead in Euridyce,
More gladly to rise in the seamless life proclaimed in your song.
Here in the realm of decline, amongst the momentary days,
Be the crystal cup that shattered even as it rang.

Be and yet know the great void where all things begin,
the infinite source of your own most intense vibrations,
so that, just this once, you may give it your perfect assent.

To all that is use up,
To all the muffled and dumb creatures
of the world's full reserve, the unsayable sums,
Joyfully add yourself and cancel the count.