<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html charset=utf-8"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person" class=""></div><div id="solSDDiv" class="w-660 fl" style="float: left !important; width: 660px;"><div itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/CreativeWork" class=""><div class="poem-detail" style="margin-bottom: 30px; position: relative;"><div id="solSiirMetinDV" class=""><div class="KonaBody" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; line-height: 14.4px; orphans: 2; widows: 2; padding-right: 5px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><p style="font-variant-ligatures: normal !important; font-variant-position: normal !important; font-variant-numeric: normal !important; font-variant-alternates: normal !important; font-variant-east-asian: normal !important; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif !important; line-height: 23px !important;" class="">The Big Heart</p><p style="font-variant-ligatures: normal !important; font-variant-position: normal !important; font-variant-numeric: normal !important; font-variant-alternates: normal !important; font-variant-east-asian: normal !important; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif !important; line-height: 23px !important;" class=""><span style="font-size: 17px;" class=""><i class="">‘Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold.’ - W. B. Yeats <br class=""></i></span><br class="">Big heart, <br class="">wide as a watermelon, <br class="">but wise as birth, <br class="">there is so much abundance <br class="">in the people I have: <br class="">Max, Lois, Joe, Louise, <br class="">Joan, Marie, Dawn, <br class="">Arlene, Father Dunne, <br class="">and all in their short lives <br class="">give to me repeatedly, <br class="">in the way the sea <br class="">places its many fingers on the shore, <br class="">again and again <br class="">and they know me, <br class="">they help me unravel, <br class="">they listen with ears made of conch shells, <br class="">they speak back with the wine of the best region. <br class="">They are my staff. <br class="">They comfort me. <br class=""><br class="">They hear how <br class="">the artery of my soul has been severed <br class="">and soul is spurting out upon them, <br class="">bleeding on them, <br class="">messing up their clothes, <br class="">dirtying their shoes. <br class="">And God is filling me, <br class="">though there are times of doubt <br class="">as hollow as the Grand Canyon, <br class="">still God is filling me. <br class="">He is giving me the thoughts of dogs, <br class="">the spider in its intricate web, <br class="">the sun <br class="">in all its amazement, <br class="">and a slain ram <br class="">that is the glory, <br class="">the mystery of great cost, <br class="">and my heart, <br class="">which is very big, <br class="">I promise it is very large, <br class="">a monster of sorts, <br class="">takes it all in— <br class="">all in comes the fury of love.<br class=""></p><p style="font-variant-ligatures: normal !important; font-variant-position: normal !important; font-variant-numeric: normal !important; font-variant-alternates: normal !important; font-variant-east-asian: normal !important; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif !important; line-height: 23px !important;" class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Anne Sexton</p><div style="font-size: 12px;" class=""><br class=""></div></div></div></div></div></div></body></html>