Rough Weather
by James Reeves
To share with you this rough, divisive weather
And not to grieve because we have to share it,
Desire to wear the dark of night together
And feel no colder than we do not wear it,
Because sometimes my sight of you is clearer,
The memory not clouded by the senses,
To know that nothing now can make you dearer
Than does the close touch of intelligence,
To be the prisoner of your kindness
And tell myself I want you to be free,
To wish you here with me despite all this,
To wish you here, knowing you cannot be —
This is a way of love in our rough season,
This side of madness, the other side of reason.
(Thanks Kaun.)
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