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By Echolocation Date: 2003 Mar 11 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.11.21.04.29182]] |
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Sometimes the task is not to say a thing Let silence be its own crown, unbroken, Wrapped round we two in such a perfect ring It would be marred by one word spoken. To rightly speak I would need words as clean As mountain spring or as the hawk's wild flight Untouched by tongue or pen, unused, pristine Sprung into life for this purpose, this night. Let golden silence then be the honor I give to things too perfect to be bound By clumsy phrases; no words upon our Lips as they meet, and speak without a sound. Silence in its artful stillness achieves Speech far clearer than any words might weave |