1
He listened at the porch that day,
To hear the wheel go on, and on;
And then it stopped, ran back away,
While through the door he brought the sun:
But now my spinning is all done.
2
He sat beside me, with an oath
That love ne'er ended, once begun;
......
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,
Between our faces, to cast light on each ?--
I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teach
My hand to hold my spirit so far off
From myself--me--that I should bring thee proof
In words, of love hid in me out of reach.
Nay, let the silence of my womanhood
Commend my woman-love to thy belief,--
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There are days
When the mind is a crowded street,
The heart a locked room,
And yet,
The mouth stays shut.
Cause you don’t want to speak?
No, no, no,
Cause no alphabet you know
Can carry this heaviness without breaking.
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Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide,
Came a ghost, and for a moment walked in silence by my side --
Now my heart was hard and bitter, and a bitter spirit he,
So I felt no great aversion to his ghostly company.
Said the Shade: 'At finer feelings let your lip in scorn be curled,
'Self and Pelf', my friend, has ever been the motto for the world.'
And he said: 'If you'd be happy, you must clip your fancy's wings,
Stretch your conscience at the edges to the size of earthly things;
Never fight another's battle, for a friend can never know
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And then a scholar said, "Speak of Talking."
And he answered, saying:
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;
And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.
And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
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watching passivity in activity
sad, sombrely sad
memories from womb rise and fall
little miracles of remembrance
holding the hands of Fate we wait
Wheels of Fortune revolves, race stagnates
we do not cry, hankerchiefs dry
timeless we watch, clock ticking
clock glancing, mindful of time
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Stille sprecht
ohne Worte,
sie webt Fäden
zwischen Atem und Gedanke.
In der Stille hörst du
das Ungesagte,
das Zittern der Erinnerungen,
das Schlagen eines Herzens,
das nichts verbirgt.
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Silence speaks
without words,
it weaves threads
between breath and thought.
In silence you hear
the unspoken,
the trembling of memories,
the beating of a heart
that hides nothing.
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Stilte spreekt
zonder woorden,
zij weeft draden
tussen adem en gedachte.
In stilte hoor je
het ongezegde,
het trillen van herinneringen,
het kloppen van een hart
dat zichzelf niet verbergt.
......
There are days
When the mind is a crowded street,
The heart a locked room,
And yet,
The mouth stays shut.
Cause you don’t want to speak?
No, no, no,
Cause no alphabet you know
Can carry this heaviness without breaking.
......