'A Little Heart Made Cunningly' Poem by Jacob Coleman

Can one sit alone
in a dull Room
in a dull House
in a dull, dull
dull World,
And write something
Magnificent?

It depends…

He has set the world in the Heart of me,
in the Heart of me…
Not in my
(oh why)
understanding.

Earth’s no broken hull
Split in sordid waste of time-
Of years, of days, of minutes past;
Nor has heaven waxed dull with seeing!

The Master says to me,
(To everyone who hears)
“Take up your bed and walk.”

I have taken up my bed

And fled.