Saturday, July 7, 2012
For my Beloved
You and I by this lamp with these
Few books shut out the world. Our knees
Touch almost in this little space.
But I am glad. I see your face.
The silences are long, but each
Hears the other without speech.
And in this simple scene there is
The essence of all subtleties,
The freedom from all fret and smart,
The one sure sabbath of the heart.
The world–we cannot conquer it,
Nor change the minds of fools one whit,
Here, here alone we do create,
Beauty and peace inviolate;
Here night by night and hour by hour
We build a high impregnable tower
Whence we may shine, now and again
A light to light the feet of men
When they see the rays thereof;
And this is marriage; this is love.
– Ludwig Lewisohn