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Edwin Morgan

Love (EM)

Love rules. Love laughs. Love marches. Love
       is the wolf that guards the gate.
Love is the food of music, art, poetry. It
       fills us and fuels us and fires us to create.
Love is terror. Love is sweat. Love is bashed
       pillow, crumpled sheet, unenviable fate.
Love is the honour that kills and saves and nothing
       will ever let that high ambiguity abate.
Love is the crushed ice that tingles and shivers
       and clinks fidgin-fain for the sugar-drenched
       absinth to fall on it and alter its state.
            With love you send a probe
            So far from the globe
No one can name the shoals the voids the belts the
       zones the drags the flares it signals all to
       leave all and to navigate.

from Love and a Life (Glasgow: Mariscat, 2003)

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