Such Simple Love

All night long I hear the sleepers toss Between 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 all I’d walk a mile, maybe, hearing some cat Crying 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 and Each poor demand. Well, I’d have been better off sleeping myself. These fancies had some sentimental charm, But love without direction is a cheap blanket And even if it did no one any harm, No one is warm.