Our Hearts Are Restless
Heart heat fills the throbbing tropic air and
seems to replace the sustaining beat that
I should feel within. But all inside is
hollow and thin. Hopkins could feel his heart
stir for a bird, and I would be happy
to feel it turn over once whatever
the reason. But the inner restlessness
has been translated to the outer world
which does not wonder or wish or hope for
anything.
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