Inadvertently I passed the border of her teeth and swallowed <br />her agile tongue. It lives inside me now, like a Japanese fish. It <br />brushes against my heart and my diaphragm as if against the walls <br />of an aquarium. It stirs silt from the bottom. <br />She whom I deprived of a voice stares at me with big eyes <br />and waits for a word. <br />Yet I do not know which tongue to use when speaking to <br />her – the stolen one or the one which melts in my mouth from an <br />excess of heavy goodness.<br /><br />Zbigniew Herbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tongue-7/
