I do not care to talk to you although
Your speech evokes a thousand sympathies,
And all my being's silent harmonies
Wake trembling into music. When you go
It is as if some sudden, dreadful blow
Had severed all the strings with savage ease.
No, do not talk; but let us rather seize
This intimate gift of silence which we know.
Others may guess your thoughts from what you say,
As storms are guessed from clouds where darkness broods.
To me the very essence of the day
Reveals its inner purpose and its moods;
As poplars feel the rain and then straightway
Reverse their leaves and shimmer through the woods.
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Comments2Wow, this really hit me hard. The lines about the strings being severed with savage ease? Gave me chills. It's amazing how the words describe a longing for silence better than any conversation could. Like the poplars feeling the rain and shimmering through the woods...that just paints such a vivid image in my mind. Derp down, I felt some kinda connection there. Powerful words.
WOW, "DREAMS" REALLY TOOK ME ON A JOURNEY! THE UNSEEN EMOTION AND TENSION CAPTURED WAS BREATHTAKING. IT RESONATED WITH ME ON A PERSONAL LEVEL, AND I FELT A CONNECTION TO THE INTENSE FEELING THAT LACKS WORDS. AS I'M DOING MY HOMEWORK, THIS POEM INSPIRED ME TO SEE THINGS THROUGH A NEW LENS. I LOVE THE WAY IT MADE ME FEEL! ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT! 🌿🍃🌲✨