Poetry in Motion: "Conversation" by Elizabeth Bishop

When, in February, I posted two poems that had recently shown up in New
York City's "Poetry in Motion" series, I saw a large number of hits on
BillyBlog and, more flatteringly, a great number of comments from readers
thanking me for reproducing them here.

I'll pause a moment to recover from one of BillyBlog's longest sentences in
recent memory.

So, this morning, I saw "Conversation," by the great Elizabeth Bishop. I'm
fairly certain this has been on the rails a while, but it gives me an
excuse to post another.

Conversation

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 connotation are the same.

See the poster here.