Forty -GAëtano- (oil on canvas, 60x60cm)

“Only until this cigarette is ended,
A little moment at the end of all,
While on the floor the quiet ashes fall,
And in the firelight to a lance extended,
Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended,
The broken shadow dances on the wall,
I will permit my memory to recall
The vision of you, by all my dreams attended.
And then adieu,–farewell!–the dream is done.
Yours is a face of which I can forget
The colour and the features, every one,
The words not ever, and the smiles not yet;
But in your day this moment is the sun
Upon a hill, after the sun has set.”

Only until this cigarette is ended by Edna St. Vincent Millay -1920-

“Oui, ce monde est bien plat ; quant à l’autre, sornettes.
Moi, je vais résigné, sans espoir, à mon sort,
Et pour tuer le temps, en attendant la mort,
Je fume au nez des dieux de fines cigarettes.”

Extract from la Cigarette by Jules Laforgue – 1880-