My Heart by Loureine Aber

This is my heart:
And sea gulls beating against them piteously,
Hungry and demented,
Flowers drying up before drought.

This is my heart:
The dusky presence of trees
Hung with night,
Stars falling……………
Who shall encompass it and bear chains to it?
Who shall measure its girth
Or give it a name?
Not you — girl with the pleading eyes —
Nor you — man with fire fingers……………
For where is its limit,
And where its boundaries?

From: Aber, Loureine, We, the Musk Chasers, 1921, Ralph Fletcher Seymour: Chicago, p. 39.

Date: 1921

By: Loureine Aber (1893-1930)

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