Love

Rating: 3.8
Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one thing among many.
And whoever sees that way heals his heart,
Without knowing it, from various ills—
A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.

Then he wants to use himself and things
So that they stand in the glow of ripeness.
It doesn’t matter whether he knows what he serves:
Who serves best doesn’t always understand.
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Deborah Plaird 05 July 2020
I would much rather see such a quiet display than the booming ones. I used to love fireworks, but now that I see and read about how much it disturbs the aminals, I am no longer a fan! Sorry, Mr. Adams; although I’m pretty sure such knowledge would be news to him too.  , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , worknet8, com 
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NoName 13 March 2018
This Is the truth, Embrace It.
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Stephen W 14 March 2016
Interesting. Much clearer than some of his other stuff on here.
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Heidi W 28 May 2017
Ah, but read a long Czeslaw Milosz poem aloud and see if it doesn't change your heart, comprehension aside.
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