My heart
makes suppositions,
bidding unwanted words
to quickly come;
a randomness of emotion,
a smattering of love.
The head
is made incoherent,
as a damnation of knowledge,
(something unskilled hands
may never wholly fix)
adds doubt to the mixture.
The intensity of waiting
yet remains,
pretenses dawning,
as the lack of feeling
drives me on.
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Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on September 20, 2005
Yes, the heart can do things to the mind, "Reason is passion's slave, is not?" just like Rasolnikov said to Svidrigalov in "Crime and Punishment"- Dostoevsky had that lover-writers heart, too. Thanks for this, it is well-written, indeed.
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