And if the heart were a diamond or, something of the sort: /

unbreakable taking a soft ray of light inside, /

where would my head be today? And what would it say? /

And how would it know anything?

The burden is often a big short of power: sparks falling off in bright zigzags and dying.

I believe / somewhere in my head, if the heart were diamondlike, /

it wouldn’t ever feel the same as mine or yours or anything, /

and only you are hurt if you can hurt: / only you are crushed by rain. /

Only love can save you: / you must always love yourself.

Don’t harden your heart.