Reason and Love

If our language has said that reason
is identical with love,
it is not speaking the truth.

When me eye lighted on your face
It did not show the reason in love,
I did not ask you about the third part.

When I heard your voice it did not make
This division in my flesh;
It did not the first time.

But that came to me without my knowing
and it tore the root of my being,
sweeping me within its drift.

With all I had of apprehension
I put up a shadow of a fight;
my reason struggled.

From the depths of this old wisdom
I spoke to my love:
you are not worthy of me, nor from me.

On the inside of my love,
my intellect on the elegant side,
and the foolish door was broken.

And my intellect said to my love:
duality is not for us;
we mingle in love

May 1932