I write to live as my heart beats. No one shall misconstrue it as anything but my heart beating. Sick, weary of life, afraid of what's to come, tired of striving, ashamed of what I have missed, I listen respectfully and take from its rhythm the thought to make nothing else matter but the steady beating of my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FALL; A GREAT FAVORIT BEHEADED by LUIS DE GONGORA FROM THE IONIAN ISLANDS by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES TO MRS. MARTHA BLOUNT (ON HER BIRTHDAY, 1723) by ALEXANDER POPE QUATRAIN: AMONG THE PINES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THALIA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EXPLANATION by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN THE ENGINE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |