The Journal routinely addresses caregiver love and supports those who offer it each day. Collins celebrates another of love's shapes.
"In the shadows of an autumn evening/ I fell for a seamstress/ still at her machine in the tailor's window, and later for a bowl of broth,/ steam rising like smoke from a naval battle."
But, what is so wonderful about love for someone or something who lives unaware of our feelings? "This is the best kind of love," Collins writes, "without recompense, without gifts,/ or unkind words, without suspicion/ or silence on the telephone."
Although he is right that the wren and the bowl of broth can never betray us this love is not "the best." It cannot provide the passionate energy that vibrates among people who live love in relationship. Thus, it lacks that kind of challenge.
But, what a fine thing to embrace "Aimless Love" the way Collins describes it: The love of the chestnut,/ the jazz cap and one hand on the wheel./ No lust, no slam of the door…"
What a particular peace this offers.