Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Saint Francis, a sow and more …

 On Poetry: Broken hearts are lovely, too | Local News | record-eagle.com. (Hat tip, Rus Bowden.)

I am reminded of D. H. Lawrence's poem "Pomegranate," with its final lines:

For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken.
It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.


  1. I wonder about the figure of speech — broken heart. I shall have to track down the origins. In literal terms, people die of broken hearts. In figurative terms, I suppose some also die. How odd.

  2. The American Heart Association web site has information on Broken Heart Syndrome.