A broken bone will readily mend,
also an arm,a leg,a hand;
But a broken heart when love departs,
both grief and heartache will contend;
To see which will control the soul
and on too hell will send;
For neither will consent to give,
permission to heal the rend.
Enormous arcs of meaning compressed into verbal economy: this is the classic style that goes back to Alexandria of the Ptolemiac era . . . and you have achieved that style in this beautiful poem. Being classic and contemporary is a difficult mix for most; obviously, you have well mastered it already.
J-Called