Wednesday, March 11, 2015
How We Feel Each Other When We Love
A man and a woman sit near each other, and they do
At this moment to be older, or younger, or born
In any other nation, or any other time, or any other
They are content to be where they are, talking or not
Their breaths together feed someone whom we do
The man sees the way his fingers move;
He sees her hands close around a book she hands to
They have promised to love that body.
Age may come; parting may come; death will come!
A man and a woman sit near each other;
As they breathe they feed someone we do not know,
Someone we know of, whom we have never seen.
The Third Body by Robert Bly, from Eating the Honey of Words, 1999