–Babette DeutschWhat do we need for love—a midnight fireFlinging itself by fistfuls up the chimneyIn soft bright snatches? Do we need the snow,Gentle as silence, covering the scarsOf weeks of hunger, years of shabby having?Summer or winter? A heaven of stars? A room?The smiling mouth, the sadness of desireAre everywhere the same. If lovers goAlong an unknown road, they find no lessWhat is familiar. Let them stay at home,And all will still be strange. This they knowWho with each heartbeat fight the fear of change.