I closed my hands upon a moth
And when I drew my palms apart,
Instead of dusty, broken wings
I found a bleeding human heart.

I crushed my foot upon a worm
That had my garden for its goal,
But when I drew my foot aside
I found a dying human soul.

(C) Dora Sigerson Shorter
03/11/2020


Best Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter

• The White Witch
• Distant Voices
• Vale
• An Imperfect Revolution
• When You Are On The Sea
• A Bird From The West
• Death Of Gormlaith
• An Eastern God
• The Rape Of The Barons Wine
• An Irish Blackbird
• I Am The World
• The Scallop Shell
• At Christmas Time
• The Blow Returned
• The Wreckage
• A Meadow Tragedy
• A Little Dog
• The Skeleton In The Cupboard
• A Ballad Of Marjorie
• The Suicides Grave
• Questions