Speaker
My talking heart talked less of what it knew
Than what it saw.
Look, look, said it.
An index to the sights.
Spoke less it saw than what it wished it saw.
See, see, said it.
An index to the heart
And not the countryside.
My talking heart, will it then round the task
From look and look
To say, I wish and want
And say, I know?
Josephine Miles .
Structure
13 lines · 3 stanzas