| The Fist | ||
| by Derek Walcott | ||
The fist clenched round my heart loosens a little, and I gasp brightness; but it tightens again. When have I ever not loved the pain of love? But this has moved past love to mania. This has the strong clench of the madman, this is gripping the ledge of unreason, before plunging howling into the abyss. Hold hard then, heart. This way at least you live. | ||
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
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The poet is talking about a heart break. Its saying how you should be careful to who you give your heart out. That way you don't have to suffer the pain of a heart break.I really like this poem . I'm looking foward to read more of Derek walcott's poems.
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