How great a song is Silence! When the ear Is dulled and sated, surfeited with sound Of radio programs, chatter on the ground, Raucous broadcastings from afar and near, It makes one wish him anywhere but here . . . Here where loud-speakers, crooners, gongs abound And pressure salesmen mouth their talk around The inescapable clamor of the year! Anathemas are futile. Earth is filled Full of man's tin distractions, yammerings, noise, His pandemoniums past all sane belief. Songful indeed were silence, once instilled Even briefly in a world so out of poise . . . Grant us, ye gods, one hour, this sure relief! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEMANTICS OF FLOWERS ON MEMORIAL DAY by BOB HICOK BOSTON HYMN; READ IN MUSIC HALL, JANUARY 1, 1863 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON HEAVEN-HAVEN; A NUN TAKES THE VEIL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE BONNIE BLUE FLAG by ANNIE CHAMBERS KETCHUM CALIBAN IN THE COAL MINES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER TO MR. MONTGOMERY; OCCASIONED BY ... ATTACK ON HIS POEMS by LUCY AIKEN |