You Wreck My Shop
You wreck my shop and my house and now my heart,
but how can I run from what gives me life?
I’m weary of personal worrying, in love
with the art of madness! Tear open my shame
and show the mystery. How much longer
do I have to fret with self-restraint and fear?
Friends, this is how it is: we are fringe
sewn inside the lining of a robe. Soon
we’ll be loosened, the binding threads torn out.
The beloved is a lion.
We’re the lame deer in his paws.
Consider what choices we have!
From The Book of Love
Translated by Coleman Barks