POOR little heart!
Did they forget thee?
Then dinna care! Then dinna care!
Proud little heart!
Did they forsake thee?
Be debonair! Be debonair!
Frail little heart!
I would not break thee:
Could’st credit me? Could’st credit me?
Gay little heart!
Like morning glory
Thou’ll wilted be; thou’ll wilted be!
- Emily Dickinson
Discussion with my hall 9 neighbours about poems.
Made me realise how much I use to like tearing apart prose and poem.
Savour them.
look at their superficially.
Look at them in-depth.
Put a relationship into it.
Put some loss.
Break them down,
and.
Tear them apart.
