What Tennessee Williams called "that big, black bird that has built a nest in my heart" flew off in less than two weeks.
That's what happened with your girlfriend Paloma — she stooped to pick up her purse, and your heart flew out of you.
The thought that she'd been doing something, anything, for me made my heart fly up through my body, up it went into the sky and flew up and down like a summer bird.
On a tan bowl a poem scribbled in brown glaze asks, "How far is the southern sky in the eyes of a lone wild swan?" The poem concludes, "My heart flies to the frontier morning and night".
On Tuesday, my heart flew immediately to "Kalinga Nartana," performed in traditional Bharatanatyam style by Sampradya Dance Creations, even though I never saw how (to quote from the program) "the choreography describes the popular Hindu god Krishna subduing multiple-headed serpent Kaliya".
The Valparaiso Voyage Dermot Bolger 400pp, Flamingo, £9.99 'A ship came in from Valparaiso... .. writes the poet Pádraig de Brún, evoking the fantasy voyage of a man standing helplessly on a misty Irish shore, feet locked to the ground while his heart flies out with the sun-kissed Chilean ship.
Finally press down through your right foot and let the heart fly up a little more.
Knowing we are loved is what opens up doors and windows to let the heart fly free.
All night each reedy whinny from a bird no bigger than a heart flies out of a tall black pine and, in a breath, is taken away by the stars.
When the breath deepens and the whole being (body, mind, senses) becomes immersed in the smooth, unruffled flow of the inhalations and exhalations, the doorway to the heart flies open.
