Found Poetry 673

7/22/21

the heart, when dry, is a rattle
to be received by the ground
either gathered up piece by brittle piece
or left as crumbs for ants
encircling your failure like a wreath

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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