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TO BE IN LOVE


To be in love
Is to touch with a lighter hand.
In yourself you stretch, you are well.


You look at things
Through his eyes.
A cardinal is red.
A sky is blue.
Suddenly you know he knows too.


He is not there but
You know you are tasting together
The winter, or a light spring weather.
His hand to take your hand is
overmuch.
Too much too bear.


You cannot look in his eyes
Because you rpulse must not say
What must not be said.
When he, Shuts a door-
Is not there_


Your arms are water.
And you are free
With a ghastly freedom.


You are the beautiful half
Of a golden hurt.


You remember and covet his mouth
To touch, to whisper on.


Oh when to declare
Is certain Death!
Oh when to apprize
Is to mesmerize,


To see fall down, the Column of Gold,
Into the commonest ash.

Written by Gwendolyn Brooks (1917-2000)

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