But still, still . . . In stillness mystery calls, though calling no one, being simply there, somewhere I cannot tell, singing, not near, not far, but song always, an ayre that falls on my silence as if heard in the long halls of eternity, of existence, this that I hear in the incomprehensibility we share and cannot speak, a touch, a glance that forestalls the foreignness we felt before we came into our knowing one another, yet no touch nor glance in fact, nothing definable, no name in materiality, only this singing, such that together silently we hear and we belong at last, always this sonetto, this little song . . . Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CITIZEN OF THE WORLD by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER ECHO by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PHILOCTETES: PHILOCTETES CALLS FOR DEATH by AESCHYLUS TREES AND WAVES by AL-ISRA'ILI ENDURANCE by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN OPEN THY HEART by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 36. STRONG, LIKE THE SEA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |