“L’amour n’est pas consolation; il es lumière.”

By as much as our might my diminish
We will harden our minds
We will seal off our hearts
For insecurity, perhaps

“Le coeur a ses raisons, que la raison ne connaît.”

She changes my reasons, I still cannot understand
I no longer try to comprehend
I no longer seal off my heart
For love, perhaps

It was Elizabeth Bishop
Indeed, the “Chemin de Fer:”
“‘Love should be put into action!’
screamed the old hermit.
Across the pond, an echo
tried and retried to confirm it.”

Shall we take action, my love?