The Changeling
July 5, 2023Regret
July 5, 2023My Heart is Lame
My heart is lame with running after yours so fast
Such a long way,
Shall we walk slowly home, looking at all the things we passed
Perhaps to-day?
Home down the quiet evening roads under the quiet skies,
Not saying much,
You for a moment giving me your eyes
When you could bear my touch.
But not to-morrow. This has taken all my breath;
Then, though you look the same,
There may be something lovelier in Love’s face in death
As your heart sees it, running back the way we came;
My heart is lame.
Charlotte Mew
Charlotte Mew (1869-1928) was an English poet who wrote during the early 20th century. Her poetry often explored themes of loneliness, isolation, and mental illness. She is considered an important voice in early modernist poetry.