The tumult in the heart <br />keeps asking questions. <br />And then it stops and undertakes to answer <br />in the same tone of voice. <br />No one could tell the difference. <br /> <br />Uninnocent, these conversations start, <br />and then engage the senses, <br />only half-meaning to. <br />And then there is no choice, <br />and then there is no sense; <br /> <br />until a name <br />and all its connotation are the same.<br /><br />Elizabeth Bishop<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conversation/
