Robert E. Wood: The Heart’s Year

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  • December 21, 2018

The Heart’s Year

Le coeur a ses saisons…

 

 

May

 

The treetops dance

to a lively air.

 

The crows are out,

looking for trouble.

 

The wind ambushes

your loosened hair.

 

 

June

 

The season is unkind

to the dark lady.

 

All those bright hours

hide the moon

 

 

July

 

A day on Venus lasts longer than a year.

July is not that bad.

Still I long for shady ladies.

 

 

August

 

The heart recuperates,

murmurs a little

and takes its pulse.

 

 

September

 

Finding a letter

tucked in a book,

I remember Natasha

whose name is a whisper.

 

October

 

Maladies of the heart

are not always mysterious.

I wake from a dream of the fire dancers

and the elephant.

 

 

November

 

The night is cold, my love,

and you have embezzled the sheets.

 

 

December

 

The bare branches

are the poems of women

forbidden to speak of love.

 

 

January

 

That soft laugh–

echo

of  intimacy

past.

 

 

February

 

Im-

probably

love rises

from the heart’s

oubliette.

 

 

March

 

Night shrouds the mirror.

The dark is without

duplicity.

 

 

 

April

 

In the end

the heart still wanders

the labyrinth

of the flesh.

 

 

 

–Robert E. Wood

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