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	<title>Teens &#187; Derek Walcott</title>
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		<title>The Fist by Derek Walcott</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2011 19:11:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The fist clenched round my heart loosens a little, and I gasp brightness; but it tightens again. When have I ever not loved the pain of love? But this has moved &#160; past love to mania. This has the strong clench of the madman, this is gripping the ledge of unreason, before plunging howling into [...]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The fist clenched round my heart</p>
<p>loosens a little, and I gasp</p>
<p>brightness; but it tightens</p>
<p>again. When have I ever not loved</p>
<p>the pain of love? But this has moved</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>past love to mania. This has the strong</p>
<p>clench of the madman, this is</p>
<p>gripping the ledge of unreason, before</p>
<p>plunging howling into the abyss.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Hold hard then, heart. This way at least you live.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Wow. This poem by Derek Walcott is a new favorite because of how intensely it captures these feelings of infatuation that can catch you at any moment. The movie <em>Love, Actually</em> has a scene like this. The little boy has admitted to his stepfather that he&#8217;s been quiet and withdrawn because he&#8217;s in love. Relieved, his step-dad ruffles his hair, saying he thought it was something worse. The boy, puzzled, responds with &#8220;worse than the total agony of being in love?&#8221; And sometimes yeah, total agony is the best way to describe it. But sometimes its comforting to know that you&#8217;re not alone in feeling that way.</p>
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