Take strands of speech, faded and broken; Tear them to pieces, word from word, Then take the ravelled shreds and dye them With meanings that were never heard. Place them across the loom. Let wind-shapes And sunlight come in at the door, Or let the radiance of raining Move in silver on the floor. And sit you quiet in the shadow Before the subtly idle strands. Silence, a cloak, will weigh your shoulder; Silence, a sorrow, fill your hands. Yet there shall come the stirring . . . Weaver, Weave well and not with words alone; Weave through the pattern every fragment Of glittered breath that you have known. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON VIOLET'S WAFERS, SENT ME WHEN I WAS ILL by SIDNEY LANIER NAMES by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE BILLY IN THE DARBIES, FR. BILLY BUDD by HERMAN MELVILLE A FRESHET by ANTIPHILUS OF BYZANTIUM |