The Simplicity of Love (Diotima in Plato’s Symposium: 210a-212c)

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It is the state of wanting to be reborn
Not as yourself, but as the object of craving and desire--
As what you see in the eyes of another.
It comes to you in flashes and dreams
That leave you drenched in sweat
Even in winter: and what you feel is the
End of feeling, the closing of eyes—your eyes,
Yes--but the eyes in which you have seen
The beauty of possibility, in which you have
Seen a nest of birds hatched out in April,
A wave regathering itself to rush back into the sea,
The young man in the tomb saying He is not here,
The parched earth receiving rain with an open throat
A fire blazing across a cold field on a January night,
The bright jewel in the porcelain interior of a rough oyster.