The Windows of My Soul: Broken Heart (#1) and The Clock of Life (#2)

Born in Vincennes, Indiana, in August 1940, Brenda Hopper was the oldest (surviving) child of Carl and Roberta Hopper. Their first child died during birth. Brenda has one younger brother and four younger sisters.

The family moved to Indianapolis, Indiana, sometime in her early childhood, and when she was around 5 or 6, they converted to Catholicism after becoming close friends with another couple. This upbringing, as we’ll see through her poetry, heavily influences her view of the world.

The first two poems in her collection give us an early peek at her outlook. Enjoy!

Broken Heart (#1)
© Brenda

Your heart is not a
                 plaything
Your heart is not a
                 toy
But if you want it
                 broken
Just give it to a
                 boy

(1948-1950)
The Clock of Life (#2)
© Brenda

The clock of life is wound but once
                And no one has the power
To tell just when the hands will stop
                At late or early hour.

To lose one’s wealth is sad indeed
                To lose one’s health is more
To lose one’s soul is such a loss
                As no one can restore.

The present is our own
                Love and live with good will
Place no faith in tomorrow, for
                The clock may then be still.

(Spring 1955)

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