A Poem For Sunday

“Conversation” by Elizabeth Bishop:

The tumult in the heart

keeps asking questions.

And then it stops and undertakes to answer

in the same tone of voice.

No one could tell the difference.

Uninnocent, these conversations start,

and then engage the senses,

only half-meaning to.

And then there is no choice,

and then there is no sense;

until a name

and all its connotations are the same.

(From Poems by Elizabeth Bishop © 2011 by The Alice H. Methfessel Trust. Used by permission of Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC. Video is the trailer for Reaching for the Moon, the recent film about Bishop)