And this is the closing.
"Still Her."
"Elle stood in the square wanting
to hear the language she was leaving,
the desire alive even as the moment passed.
What language can one speak to the dead?
Into the cathedral Elle walked.
Onto the labyrinth that she could see among the chairs used
to cover it up she stepped.
She saw before her letters, columnar glyphs--
words as if in code--
Corinth, Kore?
Said, I know my name and yours.
Yours, she whispered, and mine.
Elle's hand was being held.
She was aware of the touch, that someone
was cupping her hand in theirs.
Mine, she thought, in the real air, the real hand that
was hers, which could be held but would soon
be molecules in the world going on without her.
No, no, no, no!
The world in which you would continue.
She's still her, you wrote.
She would set a candle now that she was here
in the nave, the great stone arches, the stained glass
windows spectraling the light, and Phantom
playing the spectacular organ."
Thank you.
[APPLAUSE]