Love

mercredi 13 août 2014

LOVE (III)
by George Herbert (1593-633)

Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey’d Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lack’d anything.

"A guest," I answer’d, "worthy to be here" ;
Love said, "You shall be he."
"I, the unkind, the ungrateful ? ah my dear,
I cannot look on thee."
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
"Who made the eyes but I ?"

"Truth, Lord, but I have marr’d them ; let my shame
Go where it doth deserve."
"And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame ?"
"My dear, then I will serve."
"You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat."
So I did sit and eat.

poème que connaissait par cœur Simone Weil (1909-1943)