fists

"... The fist clenched round my heart
loosens a little, and I gasp 
brightness; but it tightens
again. When have I ever not loved 
the pain of love? But this has moved 

past love to mania. This has the strong
clench of the madman, this is 
gripping the ledge of unreason, before 
plunging howling into the abyss.

Hold hard then, heart. This way at least you live ..."



'The fist'  : :  Derek Walcott  2013