Valentine

Too high, too high to pluck
My heart shall swing.
A fruit no bee shall suck,
No wasp shall sting.

If on some night of cold
It falls to ground
In apple-leaves of gold
I'll wrap it round.

And I shall seal it up
With spice and salt,
In a carven silver cup,
In a deep vault.

Before my eyes are blind
And my lips mute,
I must eat core and rind
Of that same fruit.

Before my heart is dust
By the end of all,
Eat it I must, I must
Were it bitter gall.

But I shall keep it sweet
By some strange art;
Wild honey I shall eat
When I eat my heart.

O honey cool and chaste
As clover's breath!
Sweet Heaven I shall taste
Before my death.

by Elinor Morton Wylie

Comments (6)

Some would question the nature of Wylie's heart as well as question if she had one. She had a string of marriages that she closed the door to by running off with married men and letting the pieces fall where they may- -left her first child behind her.
But I shall keep it sweet By some strange art; Wild honey I shall eat When I eat my heart. very strong passion and great love with eagerness. Very expressive poem.
Every aspect of the poem like rhyme, flow and meaning is simply superb and it is a delight to read it. Thanks for sharing.
Hey where's my comment?
I especially like that it's about valentine, very good.
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