My greatest wish, a quiet life
And a big bowl of cabbage soup
from Doctor Zhivago
by Boris Pasternak
Day after day their deep love softly decays.
This makes them wise. It makes them want to sing.
Sometimes, over cups in the kitchen or stirring
a warm soup in the dark, they feel such tenderness
as to turn quietly weeping for each other's arms.
Weeping. Song. They are so much alike after all.
in After the Reunion: Poems
by David Baker
on my fortnightly post for Valentine's Day
"Love You Can't Imagine"
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