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“The Mouth of the Heart”
Reading the saint’s Confessions,
I jotted down these five words.
But now I do not recall
what was on the saint’s mind
when he composed them.
I do recall believing
that the words apply to me.
And I do recall two times when I
gave mouth to my heart,
and each of those times turned out well.
But only for some years.
And I scarcely recall now those numerous times,
times when I gave mouth to my heart
entirely in vain.
Those times do not matter now.
These days, since giving mouth to my heart
for a final, decisive time,
not one of the other times
is worth thinking about.
(The Hong Kong Review, Vol. II, No. 2)
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