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(1 November 1870 – 5 October 1932 / Sydney / Australia)

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I Am Shut Out Of Mine Own Heart

I am shut out of mine own heart
because my love is far from me,
nor in the wonders have I part
that fill its hidden empery:

the wildwood of adventurous thought
and lands of dawn my dream had won,
the riches out of Faery brought
are buried with our bridal sun.

And I am in a narrow place,
and all its little streets are cold,
because the absence of her face
has robb'd the sullen air of gold.

My home is in a broader day:
at times I catch it glistening
thro' the dull gate, a flower'd play
and odour of undying spring:

the long days that I lived alone,
sweet madness of the springs I miss'd,
are shed beyond, and thro' them blown
clear laughter, and my lips are kiss'd:

- and here, from mine own joy apart,
I wait the turning of the key: -
I am shut out of mine own heart
because my love is far from me

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004


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  • A Michaelle Yarbrough (2/12/2014 6:16:00 AM)

    I love it. It is well written and the rhythm was very well done

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  • Hardik Vaidya (2/12/2013 8:57:00 AM)

    It is a frustrating experience to be shut out of ones own car, ones own house, ones own room, to be shut out of ones own heart, life, experience, is a momentous event. Few get this opportunity, and very few make something of it, those who do, write brilliant poetry.

  • Manonton Dalan (2/12/2013 4:34:00 AM)

    very nice poem, good reading

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