(Dante, Vita Nuova) <br /> <br /> <br />To all those driven berserk or humanized by love <br />this is offered, for I need help <br />deciphering my dream. <br />When we love our lord is LOVE. <br /> <br />When I recall that at the fourth hour <br />of the night, watched by shining stars, <br />LOVE at last became incarnate, <br />the memory is horror. <br /> <br />In his hands smiling LOVE held my burning <br />heart, and in his arms, the body whose greeting <br />pierces my soul, now wrapped in bloodred, sleeping. <br /> <br />He made him wake. He ordered him to eat <br />my heart. He ate my burning heart. He ate it <br />submissively, as if afraid as LOVE wept.<br /><br />Frank Bidart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-incarnate/
