Spinoza on Love
In Amsterdam, that curious strand,
a man of trading blood was banned
for thinking it was very odd
for man to worship man in God
and not the God of love's demand.
Demand of me, my Love, demand
I give up all to understand
the ordinary and the odd
in Amsterdam.
Devoting all to understand
what stayed or traded on that strand,
he thought, therefore I am--how odd!--
the intellectual love of God,
the love that binds, what once was banned
in Amsterdam.
a man of trading blood was banned
for thinking it was very odd
for man to worship man in God
and not the God of love's demand.
Demand of me, my Love, demand
I give up all to understand
the ordinary and the odd
in Amsterdam.
Devoting all to understand
what stayed or traded on that strand,
he thought, therefore I am--how odd!--
the intellectual love of God,
the love that binds, what once was banned
in Amsterdam.
Comments
-jason
"Spinoza on Love" is a wonderful poem. Playful, profound, and poignant--like the emotion of love itself. This is one of the best new poems I have read in a very long time.
I think I am going to read the rest of your poems...
All the best,
-Eric