Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 63, by HAYDEN CARRUTH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: But still, still... / in stillness mystery calls | ||||||||
But still, still . . . In stillness mystery calls, though calling no one, being simply there, somewhere I cannot tell, singing, not near, not far, but song always, an ayre that falls on my silence as if heard in the long halls of eternity, of existence, this that I hear in the incomprehensibility we share and cannot speak, a touch, a glance that forestalls the foreignness we felt before we came into our knowing one another, yet no touch nor glance in fact, nothing definable, no name in materiality, only this singing, such that together silently we hear and we belong at last, always this sonetto, this little song . . . Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WORLD AS WILL AND REPRESENTATION' by HAYDEN CARRUTH A POST-IMPRESSIONIST SUSURRATION FOR THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER by HAYDEN CARRUTH ABANDONED RANCH, BIG BEND by HAYDEN CARRUTH ADOLF EICHMANN by HAYDEN CARRUTH ALMANACH DU PRINTEMPS VIVAROIS by HAYDEN CARRUTH AN EXPATIATION ON THE COMBINING OF WEATHERS AT THIRTY .... by HAYDEN CARRUTH AUGUST FIRST by HAYDEN CARRUTH BEARS AT RASPBERRY TIME by HAYDEN CARRUTH BURNING DAWN by HAYDEN CARRUTH CAPPER KAPLINSKI AT THE NORTH SIDE CUE CLUB by HAYDEN CARRUTH |
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