The Cracked Canoe

Your bird heart beat
with rapidity and depth
against my solemn chest,
your swan’s farewell,
rang like a bell
at the swell
of the sea,
inside of me,
that broke irrevocably.

I set you free,
while my soul’s entirety
wept for what
was not to be.

I became like a cracked canoe,
incapable of holding you.

“and thou too…

and the heart that beat against mine like a bird
That is fluttering, wounded sore,
With it’s nest all broken, deserted, torn,
Will beat there forevermore.”

C. Barthelette, et de Cleyre



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