I Believe That I Am In Hell,

But The Problem Is To Make The Soul Into A Monster

You Feel On Your Lips A Kiss Fluttering, A Tiny Scrap Of Life.

Once, If I Remember Well, My Life Was A Feast Where All Hearts Opened And All Wines Flowed.

I May Die Of Earthly Love, Or Of Devotion.

Yet This Is The Watch By Night. Let Us All Accept New Strength, And Real Tenderness. And At Dawn, Armed With Glowing Patience, We Will Enter The Cities Of Glory.