Monday, 15. September 2003
Silence
Your anger reaches me.
This distance explodes
all meaning out of my language.
A branch falls from a tree,
nothing remains to be further said.
My Poems
Buoy the population of the soul
Toward their destination before they drown
~ Robert Pinsky
Toward their destination before they drown
~ Robert Pinsky
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