Miscast II

Amy Lowell (1874–1925)

My heart is like a cleft pomegranateBleeding crimson seedsAnd 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!