A fixed idea
A Fixed Idea Amy Lowell What torture lurks within a single thought When grown too constant; and however kind, However welcome still, the weary mind Aches with its presence. Dull remembrance taught Remembers on unceasingly; unsought The old delight is with us but to find That all recurring joy is pain refined, Become a habit, and we struggle, caught. You lie upon my heart as on a nest, Folded in peace, for you can never know How crushed I am with having you at rest Heavy upon my life. I love you so You bind my freedom from its rightful quest. In mercy lift your drooping wings and go. Hello, this is a casual reminder that there is a big world out there. You don't have to be in isolation to forget that. But now that most of us are literally stuck in one place, our minds must be feeling a little too anchored at one mental space as well. And that anchor might be hard to lift when it's time to move on. We do fall in love with an idea. I am not sure if it was
