You fingered the white top Button of your white blouse. I just tried to act natural. A tree fell in the forest Nearby without making a sound. Like most of what we said It made the silence deeper. Our laughter made us sadder. You said the only cure For anxiety was fear. Now solitude undoes loneliness Like a ribbon from your hair, And the sound at last arrives That knocks the wind out of the ground. 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...DOMESDAY BOOK: FATHER WHIMSETT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE TRUTH by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES NOREMBEGA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SHE PASSED THIS WAY by ANNA M. ACKERMANN ON THE MOOR by ROBERT ADAMSON (1832-) THE SONG THAT SHALL ATONE by KATHARINE LEE BATES FIRST NIGHT-FLIGHT by MARGARET BODEN BALLAD TO THE TUNE OF 'TO PARLIAMENT THE QUEEN IS GONE' by PATRICK CAREY |