Love Incarnate的英文诗词

by Frank Bidart

To all those driven berserk or humanized by love

this is offered， for I need help

deciphering my dream.

When we love our lord is LOVE.

When I recall that at the fourth hour

of the night， watched by shining stars，

LOVE at last became incarnate，

the memory is horror.

In his hands smiling LOVE held my burning

heart， and in his arms， the body whose greeting

pierces my soul， now wrapped in bloodred， sleeping.

He made him wake. He ordered him to eat

my heart. He ate my burning heart. He ate it

submissively， as if afraid as LOVE wept.

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