The Fist by Derek Walcott
I recently heard about this poem on another blog, and I have decided that Walcott's title fits perfectly. The poem is about a struggle with one's love, and how no matter he tries to stop, the love persists. The fist around his heart does not let go, and give's little room to move. However, it is the way he loves, and it encompasses both the pain and joy that can come with love.
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