A Sad Heart Still Sings

Every week the Puerto Vallarta Tribune publishes a poem by Adelaide Blomfield.

Here's her latest offering---



A Sad Heart Still Sings

I miss you in many places:

A leaf-sodden plaza
A field of birds
A white-waved sea.

(And in the sky
A bird still flies
And lovers watch
It leave their view.)

You are forever these:

The leaves and rain,
Sun and shadow,
The lost lovers

And always the song caught
In the throat of a small bird.


Harold Bloom, in his The Western Cannon, notes that the trollish Henrik Ibsen kept a scorpion in a glass on his desk.