You have spoken the answer. A child searches far sometimes Into the red dust On a dark rose leaf And so you have gone far For the answer is: Silence. In the republic Of the winking stars and spent cataclysms Sure we are it is off there the answer is hidden and folded over, Sleeping in the sun, careless whether it is Sunday or any other day of the week, Knowing silence will bring all one way or another. Have we not seen Purple of the pansy out of the mulch and mold crawl into a dusk of velvet? blur of yellow? Almost we thought from nowhere but it was the silence, the future, working. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOUTS RIMES IN PRAISE OF OLD MAIDS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ALFARABI; THE WORLD-MAKER. A RHAPSODICAL FRAGMENT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE TOAD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT WHILE LOVELINESS GOES BY by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE CARNIVAL OF 1848 by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER BEFORE THE RAIN by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |