No matter about logic and knowledge and fact, 'the heart is susceptible' to other things. It sure is. Maybe that's how love gets through.
Searching for Moons - Carol Ann Duffy
There is something to be said but I, for one,
forget. That star went out more years ago
than we can count. Its ghosts see dinosaurs.
The brain says No to the Universe, Prove it,
but the heart is susceptible, pining for a look,
a kind word. Some are brought to their knees,
pleading in dead language at a deaf ear. Spaceships
float in nothing in the dark, searching for moons
to worship with their fish eyes. It must be love.
forget. That star went out more years ago
than we can count. Its ghosts see dinosaurs.
The brain says No to the Universe, Prove it,
but the heart is susceptible, pining for a look,
a kind word. Some are brought to their knees,
pleading in dead language at a deaf ear. Spaceships
float in nothing in the dark, searching for moons
to worship with their fish eyes. It must be love.
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