Lessons in Love — Summary

It ain’t easy to write about love, The blind can see better than I. The deaf has ears sharper than mine, The dumb has voice sweeter than mine.

What do I feel, what do I sense I do not know what is love. Is it sorrow, is it joy, Is it the lust betwixt my legs?

I listen to songs, if I feel the same I like the lines, nothing more. I read the books, stare at the words, Aay bee cee dee, eee eff gee.

Weary from travel, home am bound Opens the gate- then hears the bark. A blur of a dog leaps at me I can’t see, for he licks my eyes.

I can’t walk, for he jumps at me, Bites me, pulls me, howls at me. Am scratched with nails, splattered with dirt, He tugs my shirt and whirls around.

Sitting on haunches, I hug him close Taking care he not bites my nose. His cheeks on mine, kisses on ears, In my arms he holds so still.

In my arms, is the thing called love In my heart, a cup so full. In his eyes, the limpid pools, I see my face, I know it not.

Ladies and Gents, your lesson in love.

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The speaker begins by admitting he can't explain love. He claims the blind, the deaf and the mute all understand it better than he does, and he isn't sure whether what he feels is sorrow, joy or plain desire. Songs and books leave him cold, and the childish "Aay bee cee dee" suggests words alone have failed him.

Then he comes home tired, and a dog rushes out to greet him. The scene is messy and loud: licking, jumping, scratching, howling, a tugged shirt. Yet when the speaker kneels and hugs the dog, the animal goes still in his arms. That quiet moment is where the poem finds its answer. His heart feels like a full cup, and in the dog's eyes he sees his own face but doesn't recognise it, as if being loved shows him a new version of himself.

The mood moves from doubt and wry self-mockery to warmth and joy. The closing line, "your lesson in love," has a playful, showman's tone.

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