American Culture · American Literature · Classic · Collection · Commentary · Excerpt · Fragment · Passage · Poetry

Brigit Pegeen Kelly

I have seen the heart
Move like a doe through the woods, move
Like a stunned doe, deeper and deeper,
Through trees that turn and close behind her,
The way water closes over a dropped stone,
Or a torn limb, or a lasting wound …

— Brigit Pegeen Kelly, from “Botticelli’s St. Sebastian,” Song. . (BOA Editions; 1st edition 1995)

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