Symptoms of Love
Love is a universal migraine.A bright stain on the visionBlotting out reason.Symptoms of true loveAre leanness, jealousy,Laggard dawns;Are omens and nightmares--Listening for a knock,Waiting for a sign:For a touch of her fingersIn a darkened room,For a searching look.Take courage, lover!Could you endure such griefAt any hand but hers?
-Robert Graves
Robert Graves (1895-1985) was an English poet who conveniently wrote a short book called More Poems 1961. What could be better for a year club poetry post, I ask you? 😉
Thanks to Kaggsy and Simon for hosting.
I don't actually have that first edition shown above, of course. Allow Gumby to introduce the beat-up paperback I do have:


