THERE is no quiet since you left the earth; But ever runs a sound among the trees, The wind calls, and the far and level plains Send back their ceaseless echoes to the sky. And even shut into my narrow room, Far from the noise of wind and moaning wave, And where no voices are, I hear the dark Murmuring to the shadow, and the light Send little pointed shafts of silver speech Along the wall. . . . The blood beats in my ears And shapes itself to words: "He is not here!" And calls again: "He is not in this place, But he is gone . . . Is gone. . . ." When you were here I used to love the evening silences, When words, and even bare unspoken speech, Were not, but only perfect quietness. . . . There is no quiet since you left the earth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BUTCHER SHOP by DAVID IGNATOW MY BOY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MAN WITH THE WOODEN LEG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE RUSSIAN ARMY GOES INTO BAKU by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER THE BALINESE WITCH DOCTOR by KAREN SWENSON THE RAND MCNALLY ATLAS by KAREN SWENSON |