Sunday, July 13, 2014

Window Washing

Today we two wash windows, he without
Upon a ladder and myself within,
Facing him through the pane.
 With friendly shout,
 He points to where my cheesecloth has not been,
 And I point back where he has left a blur,
Till bright between us gleams the spotless pane.
 Then suddenly I turn philosopher,
Thinking: This is the way two hearts maintain
The long-unblemished vision, eye to eye
 The willingness of each to see the cloud
Upon his side, to clear and rectify
That film which forms for love the fatal shroud.
 Today we two wash windows till they shine,
Till not one blur deflects his eyes from mine!


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