How can one live with such a heart?
Long ago I gave up singing to it,
it will never be satisfied or lulled.
One night I will say to it:
Heart, be still,
and it will.
— Margaret Atwood, from “The Woman Who Could Not Live With Her Faulty Heart,” Selected Poems II (1976-1986) (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 1987)