I asked my burdened heart
And this answer came:
Because love is standing
Rooted to a soaring precipice
Naked to the high winds there
Vulnerable to every gust
And beset by terrible phobias
But dazzled! So dazzled! --
Why do we run to this pain?
(Dart like maddened things, eager
To inhabit that cryptic space?)
I asked my despairing heart
And this answer came:
Because better the windswept promontory
With danger and a sweeping view
Of the mystery of those distant hills
Than stumbling, sightless and alone
Over rock-strewn terrain below
No unguent for the burn.
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