Open House

“Open House”

My secrets cry aloud.I have no need for tongue.My heart keeps open house,My doors are widely swung.An epic of the eyesMy love, with no disguise.

My truths are all foreknown,This anguish self-revealed.IÕm 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 truthIn language strict and pure.I stop the lying mouth:Rage warps my clearest cryTo witless agony.

Open House (1941)