Poem – The Big Heart  – Anne Sexton 

Big heart,

wide as a watermelon, 

but wise as birth, 

there is so much abundance 

in the people I have: 

Max, Lois, Joe, Louise, 

Joan, Marie, Dawn, 

Arlene, Father Dunne, 

and all in their short lives 

give to me repeatedly, 

in the way the sea 

places its many fingers on the shore, 

again and again 

and they know me, 

they help me unravel, 

they listen with ears made of conch shells, 

they speak back with the wine of the best region. 

They are my staff. 

They comfort me. 
They hear how 

the artery of my soul has been severed 

and soul is spurting out upon them, 

bleeding on them, 

messing up their clothes, 

dirtying their shoes. 

And God is filling me, 

though there are times of doubt 

as hollow as the Grand Canyon, 

still God is filling me. 

He is giving me the thoughts of dogs, 

the spider in its intricate web, 

the sun 

in all its amazement, 

and a slain ram 

that is the glory, 

the mystery of great cost, 

and my heart, 

which is very big, 

I promise it is very large, 

a monster of sorts, 

takes it all in— 

all in comes the fury of love.

Poem – Night Ray – Paul Celan

Most brightly of all burned the hair of my evening loved one: 

to her I send the coffin of lightest wood. 

Waves billow round it as round the bed of our dream in Rome; 

it wears a white wig as I do and speaks hoarsely: 

it talks as I do when I grant admittance to hearts. 

It knows a French song about love, I sang it in autumn 

when I stopped as a tourist in Lateland and wrote my letters 

to morning. 
A fine boat is that coffin carved in the coppice of feelings. 

I too drift in it downbloodstream, younger still than your eye. 

Now you are young as a bird dropped dead in March snow, 

now it comes to you, sings you its love song from France. 

You are light: you will sleep through my spring till it’s over. 

I am lighter: 

in front of strangers I sing.

Poem – The Last Flight – Kabir 

The Swan Will Fly Away All Alone, 

Spectacle of the World Will Be a Mere Fair 

As the Leaf Falls from the Tree 

Is Difficult to Find 

Who Knows Where it Will Fall 

Once it is Struck with a Gust Of Wind 

When Life Span is Complete 

Then Listening to Orders, Following Others, Will Be Over 

The Messengers of Yama are Very Strong 

It’s an Entanglement with the Yama 

Servant Kabir Praises the Attributes of the Lord 

He Finds the Lord Soon 

Guru Will Go According to His Doings 

The Disciple According to His