My Heart Is Lame

My heart is lame with running after yours so fast
Such a long way,
Shall we walk slowly home, looking at all the things we passed
Perhaps to-day?

Home down the quiet evening roads under the quiet skies,
Not saying much,
You for a moment giving me your eyes
When you could bear my touch.

But not to-morrow. This has taken all my breath;
Then, though you look the same,
There may be something lovelier in Love's face in death
As your heart sees it, running back the way we came;
My heart is lame.

by Charlotte Mary Mew

Comments (3)

What a beautiful poem this is with a touch of sadness, I though, at the end! The last stanza gave me a little problem at first, but on a secons reading, I took it all in. Luis Estable
Fantastic poem. So many emotions expressed so well. Loved it.
This had me in tears.... How beautiful a description of the sheer exhaustion of loving one who does not return the emotion. The first stanza I believe expresses the need to just slow down and wishing she could lead her lover through all the memories she holds so dear. The second I think is my favourite, where one glances and all is lost. The unable to touch. Oh the tears. I wish they would go away. Something lovelier in loves face death (I swoon at the poignance here) she wonders I think if her lover may beguin to regret Although Charlotte believes this may happen I think she knows she is nohw internally dead. I must save this. Ps this is just my interpretation. Love her photo. So charismatic.