This poem is taken from PN Review 73, Volume 16 Number 5, May - June 1990.
Two Poems
I wake at three, In some slight pain
I hear no sound of clock or rain,
No chorus of the stars, no gong,
Mosquito, siren, horn or plane.
Only my heart beats slow and strong.
I listen to its certain song.
It does not sympathise but strives
To beat all night and all day long.
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