A Small Love

I am usually a fan of long, sprawling poems and novels (short poems or essays always feel so unsatisfying to me), but recently, I have found myself oddly moved by poems which are more like snapshots. Here are two of them, both of which are, coincidentally, about love…

From Small Wire by Anne Sexton

As it has been said:

Love and a cough

cannot be concealed.

Even a small cough.

Even a small love.

The Teapot by Robert Bly

That morning I heard water being poured into a teapot.

The sound was an ordinary, daily, cluffy sound.

But all at once, I knew you loved me.

An unheard-of thing, love audible in water falling.