My heart is heavy with many a song
Like ripe fruit bearing down the tree,
But I can never give you one --
My songs do not belong to me.
Yet in the evening, in the dusk
When moths go to and fro,
In the gray hour if the fruit has fallen,
Take it, no one will know.
| Best Poems | Short Poems
Email Poem |
Top Sara Teasdale Poems
Analysis and Comments on My Heart Is Heavy
Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem My Heart Is Heavy here.
Commenting has been disabled for now.