The Fist Poem by Derek Walcott

The Fist

Rating: 4.7


The fist clenched round my heart
loosens a little, and I gasp
brightness; but it tightens
again. When have I ever not loved
the pain of love? But this has moved

past love to mania. This has the strong
clench of the madman, this is
gripping the ledge of unreason, before
plunging howling into the abyss.

Hold hard then, heart. This way at least you live.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 28 September 2020

and I gasp brightness; but it tightens again. When have I ever not loved the pain of love? But this has moved Hold fast my heart. tony

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Suryendu Chaudhury 10 October 2020

Not a promising poem on existential crisis.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 10 December 2020

The relationship and bondage between movement of the fist and stress and strain on heart beautifully unfolded in this modern poem.

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Hold hard then, heart. This way at least you live.

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Brook Renwick 12 December 2020

The abyss is a terrifying place! From my experience, love takes us to a better place.

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Mahtab Bangalee 10 December 2020

When have I ever not loved the pain of love? ....past love to mania.~ Excellent; if I have nothing then I am not worry to lose something; I have no love then the hate is beyond of all question; love in phobia ~ so, slack the fist of heart and grasp the ungripped

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Dr Antony Theodore 10 December 2020

The fist clenched round my heart loosens a little, and I gasp brightness; but it tightens again. love and the pain of love. the fist shall be opened to love. t ony

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Edward Kofi Louis 10 December 2020

The pain of love! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Rocky Whatever 10 December 2020

feel the same way i am a lost soul and looking for my Rock

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Derek Walcott

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