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Monday, May 21, 2007

The language of love

The language of love has no words
For God’s sake

The syntax of the heart’s longing
Is silence
Neither noun nor verb nor consonant

Why all this talk then, O Lover?
Sit and wait
Slow the heartbeat, ease the breath

Unless you become thought
There is no room in you for Hu

Poetry is self-indulgence
Words a veil,
Silence, silence, silence

And the Beloved bursts forth
And all is Love

- Irving Karchmar, May 2007-

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