The Heart<\/p>\n
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It was born of a spark it never knew,
\nand raised alone indoors.
\nLike a bear in winter
\nit must dream cave dreams.
\nSage of interiors, it might travel
\nin a trance to other realms.<\/p>\n
Even in rest
\nits vigilance can never falter.
\nEven in paradise
\nit would be striving, blind.<\/p>\n
A girl bends over a sewing machine,
\nher stitches tiny and flawlessly even.<\/p>\n
Imagine never taking a minute\u2019s rest
\nfor decades, then resting forever.<\/p>\n
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“The Heart” is reprinted from Pool.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sarah Cohen’s<\/a> poems and other writings<\/a> have been published in The Paris Review, Threepenny Review, Boston Review,<\/em> and many others. She teaches English at the University of Washington and lives in Shoreline.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Heart It was born of a spark it never knew, and raised alone indoors. Like a bear in winter it must dream cave dreams. Sage of interiors, it might travel in a trance to other realms. Even in … Continue reading