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Miscast II

 My heart is like a cleft pomegranate
Bleeding crimson seeds
And dripping them on the ground.
My heart gapes because it is ripe and over-full, And its seeds are bursting from it.
But how is this other than a torment to me! I, who am shut up, with broken crockery, In a dark closet!

Poem by Amy Lowell
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