Today I like life much less,

But I always enjoy living: I used to say so.

I almost touched the part of my everything and restrained myself

With a pull at my tongue behind every word.

Today I feel my chin as I hold it in

And in these momentary trousers I say to myself:

So much life and never!

So many years and always my weeks!

My ancestors buried with their stone

And their sad last breath that still isn’t over;

Brothers upright in body, my brothers,

And, finally, my stationary being and in a waistcoat.

I enjoy life enormously

But immediately

With my beloved death and my coffee

And seeing the leafy chestnuts of Paris

And saying:

That is an eye, this is a forehead … and repeating

So much life and the tune never fails me!

So many years and always, always, always!

I said waistcoat, I said

Everything, part, anxiety, I said almost to keep from weeping.

For it is true that I suffered in the hospital over there

And it is good and bad to have looked

My organism up and down.

I always used to enjoy living, even though it were of the belly

Because as I have been saying and I repeat it,

So much life and never! And so many years,

And always, much always, always, always!