Love in a Life
Room after room,
I hunt the house through
We inhabit together.
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her -
Next time - herself1 - not the trouble behind her
Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume!
As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew:
Your looking-glass gleamed at the wave of her feather.
Yet the day wears,
And door succeeds door,
I try the fresh fortune -
Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.
Still the same chance! she goes out as I enter.
Spend my whole day in the quest, - who cares?
But t'is twilight, you see, - with such suites to explore,
Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune.
Life in a LoveEscape me?
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear:
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall
And, baffled, get up to begin again -
So the chase takes up one's life, that's all..
While look but once from your farthest bound
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope drops to ground
Than a new one. straight to the self-same mark
I shape me -
Amare è..... or Love is..... we all have our own ideas. Mine for today is that Love is... looking at each other with the eyes of a child, Amare è guardarci con gli occhi di un bambino.... cioè con voglia di farci felice.