Before I knew how cruel Just common talk can be, I thought that words were singing things With colors like the sea. But since I've felt their caustic lash And know how they can sting, I hold my breath when words go by For fear they will not sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCHOOLS OF LITTLE FISH by MARVIN BELL JOHNNY SPAIN'S WHITE HEIFER by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR THE INVESTITURE by CECIL DAY LEWIS AFTER THE PAPAGO by JAMES GALVIN CELSUS AT HADRIAN'S VILLA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BERENICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |