The Indifferent

I can love both fair and brown, And even choose other styles, And never let one glance go down Upon some disfigured smiles.

I have momentary pleasure, To see the setting sun Or the heart of summer’s treasure, Beyond a friend, or anyone.

To stocked deli meat, I’d dare A lone, pure botanical heart, For in my mind I find all rare To love—a task I can impart!

E’en rust, sun-dried, won’t divide me From the love I do instate. I pant to grasp, but no force blind me, So,—in love may I relate.

Moor us in all that’s not confined, With some love’s delicate page, And let no difference show the mind Which forms indifferent’s gay grudge — My flowers dance upon release!

• John Donne