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In May my heart was breaking-
Oh, wide the wound, and deep!
And bitter it beat at waking,
And sore it split in sleep.
And when it came November,
I sought my heart, and sighed,
"Poor thing, do you remember?"
"What heart was that?" it cried.
Dorothy Parker
Read poems about / on: remember, sleep, valentine, heart, autumn, wind
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Donna Golding (6/24/2008 10:48:00 AM)
'What heart was that, it cried'...the heart in question, the author's, is oblivious to its past. Pain and time has altered its state. The memory that was so painful has been forgotten, or lat least, suppressed. |
Gaurav Mittal (7/7/2007 3:56:00 PM)
I have not understood the last line - ' 'What heart was that? ' it cried. '. Can somebody please explain it to me. |
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