This new collection of twenty-seven unpublished poems, in large part, marks an important moment in the life of the author and in his work.
"I wanted to be moralist," he said in his preface. How many times have I had to repeat myself, with this absurd stubbornness of the disciplined combatant: 'What is evil makes you suffer or makes others suffer, but what is good is just and harmonious and wise, in all senses; you know it, do not cunning.' For ruse with good always proves more possible than to preserve its evil. "How many times have I changed the order of these poems, given to good what was evil, and vice versa? Did the day follow night or night at day? I am in a changing mood, but neither the dawn nor the dusk ever stumble. They are transformed. Evil must be put to good. And by all means, for lack of losing everything. Against all resigned morals, we will dispel pain and error. Since we have trusted."