Speak about the paradox in this stanza
What is the paradox in the last stanza which i put in bold letters.
Casida: The Impossible Hand
I want for nothing more than a hand,a wounded hand, if possible.I want for nothing more than a handeven if I spend many nights without a bed.
It would be a pale whitewashed lily,a dove tethered to my heart,a guard who, on the night I pass away,blocks the way to the moon.
I want for nothing more than that handfor daily unctions and the white sheet of my agony.I want for nothing more than that handto carry a wing at my death.
Apart from that, all comes to an end.
A nameless glow. An everlasting star.
What remains is something else; a sad wind,
with flocks of leaves flying away.