My heart is heavy with many a song
Like ripe fruit bearing down the tree,
But I can never give you one —
My songs do not belong to me.
Yet in the evening, in the dusk
When moths go to and fro,
In the gray hour if the fruit has fallen,
Take it, no one will know.
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I think this poem is saying that her heart belongs to a song; her partner.
She is saying she cannot give you her heart, as it doesnt belong to her, someone already has it.
I think she is saying that her heart is being weighed down by committment and she caves in, and the fruit (her heart) has fallen from the tree and she allows someone else to take it.
i really enjoyed and when i write my poetry i always look up to her and her pieces that she has written when she was alive and it didnt really confuse me becuase it was very deep and i get things like that i great it a perfect 10!
i liked it but it kinda confuzed me