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Love that does not frighten me

Far from the fierce love of the source,
far from the love the mind invents as a refuge,
the love that consoles me now has no urgency.
Warm, respectful: the love of the winter sun.
To love is to discover some promise
of rehearsal that calms.
These poems speak of writing.
Because love is always an affair
of the final pages.
There is no ending that can attain
the height of loneliness.