brian patten

And heart is daft

Without understanding any pain but that
Which inside her anyway is made,
This creature singled out creates
Havoc with intelligence. And heart is daft,
Is some crazy bird let loose and blind
That slaps against the night and has
Never anywhere to go. And when a tongue’s
About to speak some nonsense like
‘Love is weak, or blind, or both’, then comes
this crazy bird, pecks at it like a worm.