From the Book of Outlines

I bound together what I was told I should bind
together, and discarded what I was told
was no good. I marked notebooks for current
affairs, for settled, for past due.
Many are filled to the very last page;
but there are five journals that still
look new and pristine. When bags overflowed
I put them before me so I could
shred what needed to be shred by hand.
How many lifetimes are needed to put
one's affairs in order? I don't feel sorry
I have so many books, and cupboards full
of things that can make the mouth remember
there's still pleasure in the world.

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