My secrets cry aloud. <br />I have no need for tongue. <br />My heart keeps open house, <br />My doors are widely swung. <br />An epic of the eyes <br />My love, with no disguise. <br /> <br /> <br />My truths are all foreknown, <br />This anguish self-revealed. <br />I’m naked to the bone, <br />With nakedness my shield. <br />Myself is what I wear: <br />I keep the spirit spare. <br /> <br /> <br />The anger will endure, <br />The deed will speak the truth <br />In language strict and pure. <br />I stop the lying mouth: <br />Rage warps my clearest cry <br />To witless agony.<br /><br />Theodore Roethke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/open-house-2/
