I do not want to love my mother Mary.
All other loves are command
Necessary they are, my mother only
Will the switch to hearts that have cherished.
is for her to cherish my enemies
It is through this sacrifice that I have vowed,
And the sweetness of heart and zeal for service,
As I prayed, she allowed.
And as I was still weak and very wicked, cowardly
the hands, eyes dazzled paths,
She lowered my eyes and clasped hands,
And taught me the words by which we love.
All other loves are command
Necessary they are, my mother only
Will the switch to hearts that have cherished.
is for her to cherish my enemies
It is through this sacrifice that I have vowed,
And the sweetness of heart and zeal for service,
As I prayed, she allowed.
And as I was still weak and very wicked, cowardly
the hands, eyes dazzled paths,
She lowered my eyes and clasped hands,
And taught me the words by which we love.
Through it, I wanted these sorrows,
For her I have my heart in the Five Wounds,
And all these good efforts on the cross and the hurdles,
As I invoke, she girded my loins.
I do not want to think that my mother Mary, Seat of Wisdom
, and source of forgiveness,
Mother of France, too, who we expect
Reaffirming the honor of the Fatherland.
Mary Immaculate, essential love
logic of faith and vivacious cordial,
In loving you what it good that I do,
By magnet only love, Gate of Heaven?
Paul-Marie Verlaine (1814-I896)
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