O the words in my tongue That never get out! O the praises unsung, And the cowardly doubt! O the hissings of spite, And the moans of despair, Secrets shouts of delight, Secret whispers of prayer! What need has Thine ear Of tongue-twisted word? Unborn sounds Thou dost hear Altogether, O Lord! As the words from my tongue On the pulsating air Widen out, ever young, Ever heard, everywhere, So these words in my tongue -- To my doom or reward -- Aye are uttered and sung In the heart of my Lord! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVERYBODY KNOWS by DAVID IGNATOW NEW YEAR'S EVE by DAVID IGNATOW DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LET ME NOT LOSES MY DREAM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VASHTI by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON VOLUPTAS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO WHISTLER, AMERICAN; ON LOAN EXHIBIT OF PAINTINGS AT TATE GALLERY by EZRA POUND |