Thursday, February 28, 2013

You Wreck My Shop

You Wreck My Shop



You wreck my shop and my house and now my heart,
 but how can I run from what gives me life?

I’m weary of personal worrying, in love 
with the art of madness! Tear open my shame

and show the mystery. How much longer 
do I have to fret with self-restraint and fear?

Friends, this is how it is: we are fringe
 sewn inside the lining of a robe. Soon

we’ll be loosened, the binding threads torn out. 
The beloved is a lion. 

We’re the lame deer in his paws. 
Consider what choices we have!



From The Book of Love
Translated by Coleman Barks