For the Day, August 11
Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye,
Since dawn of humanity, since time immemorial,
Playwrights and poets have oft repeated,
Proclaimed similar sentiment and theme!
I lay no claim to talent, theirs to equal.
I join my verse to this tradition.
Today I make another contribution,
Add a modest chapter to the big-book history of love.
Darling, I believe you have already learned
What it is like to hurry home
Hoping to lean on the one you adore
Instead to find an empty room, waiting and waiting?
Love, shall we deny it when it visits?
Shall we not take what we are given?
In the day light, or beneath the stars,
However daily business overwhelms the hours,
Love: there is only love, all else unreal.
What is life, what more than being near you?
Oh! That I have been given to you and you to me,
How sacred the exchange, how holy the alliance!