My secrets cry aloud.
I have no need for tongue.
My heart keeps open house,
My doors are widely swung.
An epic of the eyes
My love, with no disguise.
My truths are all foreknown,
This anguish self-revealed.
I-m naked to the bone,
With nakedness my shield.
Myself is what I wear:
I keep the spirit spare.
The anger will endure,
The deed will speak the truth
In language strict and pure.
I stop the lying mouth:
Rage warps my clearest cry
To witless agony.
Open House
Theodore Roethke
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Poem topics: anger, epic, heart, house, truth, shield, tongue, mouth, spirit, pure, endure, speak, language, open, bone, anguish, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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