This quote, and fragment from a longer poem by Diane Wyland Carle.
“Loves not love which alters when it alteration finds.”
Shakespeare wrote a sonnet with this phrase. This past year Harry and I had a vacation in Long Beach, California where we visited (daughter) Kristen. There I heard doves cooing and it took me back fifty years. I worked on a poem and placed Shakespeare’s words as the epigraph.
...Fifty years of dove life. Wings
lifted. Carried in bird bodies. Soared
point to point,
twig to moth.
It was good to sit on the sand with Harry. We had the sandwiches I made and he befriended one of the shore birds that he noticed had difficulty walking. We walked on the wooden pier at Seal Beach where I’d walked in the past and I took a picture of our shadows moving along before us on the boards of the pier.
Now, in winter, we watch the colors of the days, notice sounds. Wind and water changing landscapes.
In the evening, I practice old piano pieces and Harry seems calm. He turns the pages of books he’s collected.
“Love, light and courage will come from God.”
…
the unaltered love.
... -- from Diane Wyland Carle (2005)
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