Rita Dove

Heart To Heart - Poem by Rita Dove

It's neither red
nor sweet.
It doesn't melt
or turn over,
break or harden,
so it can't feel

It doesn't have
a tip to spin on,
it isn't even
just a thick clutch
of muscle,
mute. Still,
I feel it inside
its cage sounding
a dull tattoo:
I want, I want—
but I can't open it:
there's no key.
I can't wear it
on my sleeve,
or tell you from
the bottom of it
how I feel. Here,
it's all yours, now—
but you'll have
to take me,

Comments about Heart To Heart by Rita Dove

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/2/2014 12:47:00 AM)

    This is such a great write! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013

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