At the altar of aurora

One line in a book, one little phrase, a word, a name can bring back memories, sweet and sad. Louis Aragon begins a poem with:

Rien n'est jamais acquis a l'homme / Ni sa force/ Ni sa faiblesse ni son coeu… (Man can never possess anything, Neither his strength/ Nor his weakness, nor even his heart…). And, in dedicating his novel to his wife, he writes, Je dedie Le Monde Reel a Elsa Triolet a qui je dois etre ce que je suis… (I dedicate "The Real World" to Elsa Triolet to whom I owe being what I am). In the first lines, there is an absolute negation of one's ability to feel independent of the conditions of one's existence. In the dedication of a work to his wife, Elsa Triolet, he insists that she has that power in relation to him. I suppose poets cannot be bound down to any position. As Faiz Ahmed Faiz used to say,

Hum jo mahsoos kartay hain keh daitay hain