23 June 2012
“My heart born naked was swaddled in lullabies. Later alone it wore poems for clothes.
Like a shirt I carried on my back the poetry I had read.
So I lived for half a century until wordlessly we met.
From my shirt on the back of the chair I learn tonight how many years of learning by heart I waited for you.”
― John Berger, And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos
Poems • Opuss № I