soul food (m&d)

[lorentzen-nicklaus]

 yesterday afternoon, when i was skimming through some biographical stuff on 
 simone weil, i came across the following poem which she was very fond of; it's 
 by the english poet george herbert (1593-1633): enjoy! kai



           
                           l o v e 

            love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
              guiltie of dust and sinne,
            but quick-ey'd love, observing me grow slack
              from my first entrance in,
            drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
              if i lack'd any thing.

            a guest, i answer'd, worthy to be here:
              love said, you shall be he.
            i the unkinde, ungratefull? ah my deare,
              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, sayes love, who bore the blame?
              my deare, then i will serve.
            you must sit down, sayes love, and taste my meat:
              so i did sit and eat.