Heart-Shaped Stone

What you see is half of me.
Over the other half
invisible wings are lifting.

I find myself in a crowded little shop
toward which some friends are strolling up a hill
with inconceivable slowness. You’re not there.

Perched on a compost heap of artifacts
to stroke or store, to covet or cast off,
I run my fingers over a leopard skin.

The hill is steep. My friends keep not arriving.
Impatient, I reach for my phone
and touch instead inside its little case

a cowrie shell and then a heart-shaped stone.
The cluttered second-hand shop on a lonely hill;
the leopard skin draped over the back of a chair;

the fingered cowrie shell; the heart in stone.
My true love hath my heart and I have his.
What you see is half of me.

Rachel Hadas

Rachel Hadas

Rachel Hadas's verse translation of Euripides' two Iphigenia plays was published in June by Northwestern University Press. Her latest collection, Poems for Camilla, was published by Measure Press in 2018.
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Rachel Hadas's verse translation of Euripides' two Iphigenia plays was published in June by Northwestern University Press. Her latest collection, Poems for Camilla, was published by Measure Press in 2018.