By Thomas McGrath 1916–1990 Thomas McGrathAll night long I hear the sleepers tossBetween the darkened window and the wall.The madman’s whimper and the lover’s voice,The worker’s whisper and the sick child’s call—Knowing them allI’d walk a mile, maybe, hearing some catCrying its guts out, to throttle it by hand,Such simple love I had. I wished I might—Or God might—answer each call in person andEach poor demand.Well, I’d have been better off sleeping myself.These fancies had some sentimental charm,But love without direction is a cheap blanketAnd even if it did no one any harm,No one is warm.Thomas McGrath, “Such Simple Love” from The Movie at the End of the World: Collected Poems, published by Swallow Press/Ohio University Press. Copyright © 1972 by Thomas McGrath. Reprinted by permission of Copper Canyon Press.
Source: The Movie at the End of the World: Collected Poems (Swallow Press, 1972)