What poem best describes heartbreak?
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i've always been impressed by Amy Lowell's Patterns and the understated way it expresses the devestation felt at the loss of one's love.
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Spike Milligan's 'As I sip the midnight hours away And fading sounds from the sleepless radio A sudden chisel carves your face before my eyes..etc etc"
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Someone stabes you in the back.
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I Have Been Through The Gates His heart to me, was a place of palaces and pinnacles and shining towers; I saw it then as we see things in dreams,--I do not remember how long I slept; I remember the tress, and the high, white walls, and how the sun was always on the towers; The walls are standing to-day, and the gates; I have been through the gates, I have groped, I have crept Back, back. There is dust in the streets, and blood; they are empty; darkness is over them; His heart is a place with the lights gone out, forsaken by great winds and the heavenly rain, unclean and unswept, Like the heart of the holy city, old blind, beautiful Jerusalem; Over which Christ wept Copyright © by Charlotte Mew
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RAG DOLL TO THE HEEDLESS CHILD ============================== (by david harsent) I love you with my linen heart. you cannot know how these rigid,lumpy arms shudder in your grasp, or what tears dam up against these blue eye-smudges at your capriciousness. At night I watch you sleep; you'll never know how I thrust my face into the stream of your warm breath; and how love-words choke me behind this sewn-up mouth.
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Meditation on a Bone A piece of bone, found at Trondhjem in 1901, with the following runic inscription (about A.D. 1050) cut on it: I loved her as a maiden; I will not trouble Erlend's detestable wife; better she should be a widow. Words scored upon a bone, Scratched in despair or rage -- Nine hundred years have gone; Now, in another age, They burn with passion on A scholar's tranquil page. The scholar takes his pen And turns the bone about, And writes those words again. Once more they seethe and shout And through a human brain Undying hate rings out. "I loved her when a maid; I loathe and love the wife That warms another's bed: Let him beware his life!" The scholar's hand is stayed; His pen becomes a knife To grave in living bone The fierce archaic cry. He sits and reads his own Dull sum of misery. A thousand years have flown Before that ink is dry. And, in a foreign tongue, A man, who is not he, Reads and his heart is wrung This ancient grief to see, And thinks: When I am dung, What bone shall speak for me? AD Hope
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