(no subject)
what do we need for love -- a midnight fire
flinging itself by fistfuls up the chimney
in soft bright snarches? do we need the snow,
Gentle as silence, covering the scars
of weeks of hunger, years of shabby having?
summer or winter? a heaven of stars? a room?
the smiling mouth, the sadness of desire
and everywhere the same. if lovers go
along an unknown unknown road, they find no less
what is familiar. let them stay at home,
and all will still be strange. this they know,
who with each heart be at fight the fear of change.
flinging itself by fistfuls up the chimney
in soft bright snarches? do we need the snow,
Gentle as silence, covering the scars
of weeks of hunger, years of shabby having?
summer or winter? a heaven of stars? a room?
the smiling mouth, the sadness of desire
and everywhere the same. if lovers go
along an unknown unknown road, they find no less
what is familiar. let them stay at home,
and all will still be strange. this they know,
who with each heart be at fight the fear of change.