Happy Valentine's

I　Feel
Elizabeth Jennings


I feel I could be turned to ice

If this goes on, if this goes on.

I feel I could be buried twice

And still the death not yet be done.


I feel I could be turned to fire

If there can be no end to this.

I know within me such desire

No kiss could satisfy, no kiss.


I feel I could be turned to stone,

A solid block not carved at all,

Because I feel so much alone.

I could be grave-stone or a wall.


But better to be turned to earth

Where other things at least can grow.

I could be then a part of birth,

Passive, not knowing how to know.