My heart is like a cleft pomegranate <br />Bleeding crimson seeds <br />And dripping them on the ground. <br />My heart gapes because it is ripe and over-full, <br />And its seeds are bursting from it. <br /> <br />But how is this other than a torment to me! <br />I, who am shut up, with broken crockery, <br />In a dark closet!<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/miscast-ii/
