The Fist Poem by Derek Walcott
The Fist
The fist clenched round my heart
loosens a little, and I gasp
brightness; but it tightens
again. When have I ever not loved
the pain of love? But this has moved
past love to mania. This has the strong
clench of the madman, this is
gripping the ledge of unreason, before
plunging howling into the abyss.
Hold hard then, heart. This way at least you live.
The relationship and bondage between movement of the fist and stress and strain on heart beautifully unfolded in this modern poem.
Hold hard then, heart. This way at least you live.
The abyss is a terrifying place! From my experience, love takes us to a better place.
When have I ever not loved the pain of love? ....past love to mania.~ Excellent; if I have nothing then I am not worry to lose something; I have no love then the hate is beyond of all question; love in phobia ~ so, slack the fist of heart and grasp the ungripped
The fist clenched round my heart loosens a little, and I gasp brightness; but it tightens again. love and the pain of love. the fist shall be opened to love. t ony
The pain of love! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
feel the same way i am a lost soul and looking for my Rock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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and I gasp brightness; but it tightens again. When have I ever not loved the pain of love? But this has moved Hold fast my heart. tony