JOHN BERGER / my heart born naked

'My heart born naked
was swaddled in lullabies.
Later alone it wore
poems for clothes.
Like a shirt
I carried on my back
the poetry I had read.
So I lived for half a century
until wordlessly we met.
From my shirt on the back of the chair
I learn tonight
how many years
of learning by heart
I waited for you.'


JOHN BERGER,
And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos