Explanations of Love
by
Carl Sandburg
There is a place where love begins and a place where love ends.
There is a touch of two hands that foils all dictionaries.
There is a look of eyes fierce as a bigBethlehemopen-hearth furnace or a little green-fire acetylene torch.
There are single careless bywords portentous as a big bend in theMississippi River.
Hands, eyes, bywords—out of these love makes battlegrounds and workshops.
There is a pair of shoes love wears and the coming is a mystery.
There is a warning love sends and the cost of it is never written till long afterward.
There are explanations of love in all languages and not one found wiser than this:
There is a place where love begins and a placer where love ends—and love asks nothing.
~ Carl Sandburg ~
