Poetry
Aspects Of Love
I
Green things grow in the wrong places
They unfeather in the emphasis
On noughts in the sum.
Love is no logician, hears the argument
Blandly, never to profit
By the Socratic method
And puts forth greenness on outlandish stone.
II
Love? We should smother it
and push it up the chimney-
He said, half meaning it.
We know now what he intended
For finding love at their door
On a cold night, people- if they are wise-
Will push it up the chimney into the smoke before
It wails at them with such clenched desire
As will bring into the house
The significant ecstatic loss.
III
On the high hill in the cold wind
On a sunless day
You brought me a bird seeking to unsay
Its vulture movements. Though I was afraid,
I felt its warmth undo my startled hand.
Ruth Miller
