so little left unsaid

I write spare lines
for it is about love; I have spent
my words on the other side of man
when he acts the role of beast
I have worn my eyes with sights
that will not forget me- nor relieve my wish
they never were

I have refused to cover my ears
when the howling winds drove through
all creation, to barely imitate
the quake of the spirit
when there is nothing to save--no place to stand
and the rock gives up its pretense

I write spare lines
for it is larger within
than the scope of everything
that was done wrong,  for it is love
spare and lean, so little left unsaid;
as only the purpose of life
can be, and  it need fill nothing more
than an eternity.

Author Notes

Inspired by:

Love Song

~BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS