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My Heart is Lame

My heart is lame with running after yours so fast
Such a long way,
Shall we walk slowly home, looking at all the things we passed
Perhaps to-day?

Home down the quiet evening roads under the quiet skies,
Not saying much,
You for a moment giving me your eyes
When you could bear my touch.

But not to-morrow. This has taken all my breath;
Then, though you look the same,
There may be something lovelier in Love's face in death
As your heart sees it, running back the way we came;
My heart is lame.

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  • drmingalive
    May 24, 2004
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    i like this, you have to think about why the heart is lame, but at the end, it all sort of makes sense~kirsten

  • shastadaisey123
    May 24, 2004
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    I tend to agree with Aura on this one...though..for my own thoughts ..we cannot go back..only forward..for what we learned in the past makes us who we are today..freda

  • aura
    May 24, 2004
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    i understand here that the hearts reached a point of where it is dazed of running in keeping with the beat of another's,perhaps a lover.The waiting and running in keeping with the pace of another's heart have left it sober,if you get what im actually saying here.The emotions have left it feeling rather lame and for once,it wants to end the 'tap dance' and look at the whole thing back from a death of love stand. Thus as both of the hearts see it,they go back running to where they came.tap dance starts all over again. SO,this is what i get from this. My heart is lame- beautifully ended,I enjoyed this,felt i could relate to the feeling of it..the lameness it feels at the birth and death of love. ok thats it.
    Edited on May 24, 2:46 because ''.

  • Ava Noire
    May 22, 2004
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    Crippled though still beating, dead but still alive - same theme as with the other poems recommended. I can relate, in my own way, as I am sure many others can too for this pain has a universal tongue

  • Optimist
    May 18, 2004
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    For me this is a word picture. A picture paints a thousand words but a few words can paint a vivid picture.

  • agazeley
    May 13, 2004
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    One could surmise much about this poem due to the tragic family and confused emotions of the poet – and the fact that she had several spurned relationships at a time when same sex relationships were frowned on and difficult to pursue - Perhaps an uncertain fondness towards someone who shied away in life - but whose death mask was more mellow and showed less rejection - Albert.

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