HEART PIECE (HERZSTÜCK)
by Heiner Müller
(translated from German)
ONE: May I put my heart at your feet?
TWO As long as you don’t soil my ﬂoor.
ONE: My heart is pure.
TWO: We’ll see to that.
ONE: I can’t get it out.
TWO: You’d like me to help you?
ONE: If you don’t mind.
TWO: It is my pleasure.
I too can’t get it out.
TWO: I’ll take it out by surgery.
What do I have a penknife for.
We’ll get this in a minute.
To work and not despair.
Well, it’s done. But this is a brick.
Your heart is a brick.
ONE: But it beats only for you.
LINES COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY, ON REVISITING THE BANKS OF THE WYE DURING A TOUR. JULY 13, 1798
by William Wordsworth
My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch
The language of my former heart, and read
My former pleasures in the shooting lights
Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while
May I behold in thee what I was once,
by Sandra Cisneros
A dream is a poem the body writes.
Even if we lie to ourselves in the day,
the body is compelled to speak its truth at night.