December 15th, 2005

sparky xc

Poetry

Because people responded so well to the last poem I posted... unfortunately I don't know their titles. But their words are enough.

It is not enough to know.
It is not enough to follow
the inward road conversing in secret.

It is not enough to see straight ahead,
to gaze at the unborn
thinking the silence belongs to you.

It is not enough to hear
even the tiniest edge of rain.

You must go to the place
where everything waits,
there, when you finally rest,
even one word will do,
one word or the palm of your hand
turning outward
in the gesture of gift.

And now we are truly afraid
to find the great silence
asking so little.

One word, one word only.

-- David Whyte

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When I am dead, even then,
I will still love you, I will wait in these poems.
When I am dead, even then
I am still listening to you.
I will still be making poems for you
Out of silence;
Silence will be falling into that silence,
it is building music.


-- Muriel Rukeyser