Thursday, August 11, 2011

silence is the perfect water

An excerpt of a poem by Philip Levine: “He Would Never Use One Word Where None Would Do”

Fact is, silence is the perfect water:
unlike rain it falls from no clouds
to wash our minds, to ease our tired eyes,
to give heart to the thin blades of grass
fighting through the concrete for even air
dirtied by our endless stream of words.

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