Quite at rest
Quite empty, quite at rest,
The Robin locks her Nest, and tries her Wings.
She does not know a Route
She does not know a Route
But puts her Craft about
For rumored Springs
She does not ask for Noon
She does not ask for Boon,
Crumbless and homeless, of but one request
The Birds she lost
posted by Blue @ 8:37 pm
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''the hours slid fast as hours will
clutched tight by greedy hands
so faces on two decks look back
bound to opposing lands..''
I asked a gypsy pal
To imitate an old image
And speak old wisdom.
She drew in her chin,
Made her neck and head
The top piece of a Nile obelisk
and said:
Snatch off the gag from thy mouth, child,
And be free to keep silence.
Tell no man anything for no man listens,
Yet hold thy lips ready to speak.
Carl Sandburg
“Speech is human, silence is divine, yet also brutish and dead: therefore we must learn both arts.”
"Silence is a text easy to misread."
"Silence is a text easy to misread."
As Kipling said and I agree
''Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.''
“One great use of words is to hide our thoughts”
“One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter.”
“Do not say a little in many words but a great deal in a few.”
''The most important thing in communication is hearing what isn't being said.''
u r so right...
این ترانه من
نشانه من
نشانه رنج زمانه من
از همان زمانها که داستانها شنیده ای از فسانه من بشنو
تو ای که افکنده ای به خون آشیانه من
بشنو که از حالم خبری داری
آیا
این دل به کدام واژه گویم چون شد
کز پرده برون و پرده دیگر گون شد
بگذار بگویمت که از ناگفتن
این قافیه در دل رباعی خون شد
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