Thursday, 22 September 2011

Poems: Symptoms of Love


I found this poem in a second hand novel in a bookshop in Hay on Wye. It was hand typed on a yelowing piece of card. Brilliant. I have it on my notice board in my kitchen. I often wonder why someone typed it out, when they did it and who it was for.
Symptoms of Love
By Robert Graves
Love is universal migraine
A bright stain on the vision
Blotting out reason.
Symptoms of true love
Are leanness, jealousy,
Laggard dawns;

Are omens and nightmares -
Listening for a knock,
Waiting for a sign:

For a touch of her fingers
In a darkened room,
For a searching look.

Take courage, lover!
Could you endure such pain
At any hand but hers?”

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