Comments about James Fenton
HOW CAN THE HEART LIVE?
How can the heart live that loved once so well?
The body that knew love without deceit?
For I remember now I was not mad
Loving my bright unblemished luck
And finding a simple joy in what I had.
And I remember now I was not deceived.
The tongue lies. Really, the body does not lie.
And long before the breaking of the wave
I knew there was some great good I had mislaid
And logic tells me what I lost was love.
Affection with an electric charge of hope
Is what love was. Affection died in the flames.
There's no insurance: earthquake, fire and ...