It is not always words that bring New understanding deeply seen -- Sometimes it is the silences That fall between. You speak and there are loosed upon The quiet air, a flock of birds, A thousand colors in the sun -- These are your words. I follow dazzled as I move, Subservient to your utmost will -- Your thoughts compel me even as I climb the hill. You make an ending and blue air So lately cut to rainbow hue Is clear, my thoughts are free and in The silence, true. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SAT DOWN AND WEPT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON GRANDMITHER, THINK NOT I FORGET by WILLA SIBERT CATHER BRAID CLAITH by ROBERT FERGUSSON HASTE NOT! REST NOT! by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE CREPUSCULE DU MATIN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |