"Infinitive"

To die there, oh lovely spark to die there
to see clouds melting like snow and echo
origins of the sun of white poor as Job's turkey
not yet to die and see the shadow lasting still
to be born with the fire and not to die
to embrace and kiss fleeting love the unpolished sky
to attain the heights abandon ship
and who knows discover what I love
omit to transmit my name to future years
to laugh in the stormy hours to sleep at the foot of a pine
thanks to the stars like a spectacle
and to die what I love at the edge of flames.

--Robert Desnos