I write to live as my heart beats. No one shall misconstrue it as anything but my heart beating. Sick, weary of life, afraid of what's to come, tired of striving, ashamed of what I have missed, I listen respectfully and take from its rhythm the thought to make nothing else matter but the steady beating of my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VENUS IN A GARDEN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON EARTH IS ENOUGH by EDWIN MARKHAM MR. HOUSMAN'S MESSAGE by EZRA POUND |