How great a song is Silence! When the ear Is dulled and sated, surfeited with sound Of radio programs, chatter on the ground, Raucous broadcastings from afar and near, It makes one wish him anywhere but here . . . Here where loud-speakers, crooners, gongs abound And pressure salesmen mouth their talk around The inescapable clamor of the year! Anathemas are futile. Earth is filled Full of man's tin distractions, yammerings, noise, His pandemoniums past all sane belief. Songful indeed were silence, once instilled Even briefly in a world so out of poise . . . Grant us, ye gods, one hour, this sure relief! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 3 by EZRA POUND THE LITTLE ELF-MAN by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS A THOUGHT SUGGESTED BY A VIEW, OF SADDLEBACK IN CUMBERLAND by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TRUST by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE |