poet Elizabeth Bishop

Elizabeth Bishop

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Conversation

The tumult in the heart
keeps asking questions.
And then it stops and undertakes to answer
in the same tone of voice.
No one could tell the difference.

Uninnocent, these conversations start,
and then engage the senses,
only half-meaning to.
And then there is no choice,
and then there is no sense;

until a name
and all its connotation are the same.

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • * Sunprincess * (2/3/2014 8:03:00 AM)

    ....nice topic....enjoyed..

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