Aline Murray Kilmer

(1888-1941 / the USA)

The Heart Knoweth Its Own Bitterness - Poem by Aline Murray Kilmer

THE heart knoweth? If this be true indeed
Then the thing that I bear in my bosom is not a heart;
For it knows no more than a hollow, whispering reed
That answers to every wind.
I am sick of the thing! I think we had better part.

My heart will come to any piper's calling,
A fool in motley that dances for any king;
But my body knows, and its tears unbidden falling
Say that my heart has sinned.
You would have my heart? You may. I am sick of the thing.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 5, 2010

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