Well, I have time for maybe one poem and a little song.
This is about love in the sense that we believe what
we see and miss what's there.
It's called Blinded by Seeing.
"I was lying on the deck of a ship with my eyes closed.
Off to the left, the women's voice--
I was lying on the deck with my eyes closed.
Off to the left the women's voices began to change.
The voice of one pushing the others.
She sang bits of old songs idly, laughing,
as though not noticing.
She began to clap, accentuating the singing, crying out.
Her laugh became a gypsy laugh, though I could
hear the shyness underneath.
I could hear how she was as a girl
when the men would have urged her on until she danced,
dazzling the whole village.
But these women were silent.
The men nearby went on playing cards.
And she gradually stopped.
Later, when I went for tea, I walked back
that way to see her spirit in its full-breasted body.
But there was only a group of ladies in black, each
just like the other."