http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2008/01/the-taste-of-silence/ Thu, 12 Jan 2012 08:40:04 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2008/01/the-taste-of-silence/#comment-2370 Violet Ansell Wed, 28 Jan 2009 22:31:10 +0000 http://pf/harriet/?p=643#comment-2370 Shoes have life, when walking, and they make a noise, no matter how quietly one walks. so where is -------- The Place of Silence, Where is the place of silence. Tell me if you know, It cannot be in Winter, With the sound of feet on Snow, A leaf falls from off a tree. And softly touches the ground, Making a gentle rushing noise, On the other leaves lying around, The roaring sea, the babbling brook The stagnent pond, all 'speak' And in what you think is a silent field, You may hear a fieldmouse squeak, A moonlight sky, filled with stars, Sets the night ablaze, But even that is full of sound, With 'white noise' and radio waves. A Piano stands within a room, You think no sound it makes, But tiny creakes and minute tones, Come from within its case, All of life is full of sounds, With joy creation sings The songs of Whales, the songs of birds, And songs of creeping things, So, where is the place of silence, Where you can't even hear you own breath, The most silent place in the Universe, Is the deep silent sleep, of death. Violet Ansell. Shoes have life, when walking, and they make a noise, no matter how quietly one walks.
so where is ——–
The Place of Silence,
Where is the place of silence.
Tell me if you know,
It cannot be in Winter,
With the sound of feet on Snow,
A leaf falls from off a tree.
And softly touches the ground,
Making a gentle rushing noise,
On the other leaves lying around,
The roaring sea, the babbling brook
The stagnent pond, all ‘speak’
And in what you think is a silent field,
You may hear a fieldmouse squeak,
A moonlight sky, filled with stars,
Sets the night ablaze,
But even that is full of sound,
With ‘white noise’ and radio waves.
A Piano stands within a room,
You think no sound it makes,
But tiny creakes and minute tones,
Come from within its case,
All of life is full of sounds,
With joy creation sings
The songs of Whales, the songs of birds,
And songs of creeping things,
So, where is the place of silence,
Where you can’t even hear you own breath,
The most silent place in the Universe,
Is the deep silent sleep, of death.
Violet Ansell.
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]]> http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2008/01/the-taste-of-silence/#comment-2369 Jennifer Wed, 16 Jan 2008 10:12:24 +0000 http://pf/harriet/?p=643#comment-2369 First you've got us striving to create the new -- next to say the unsayable... whew. Thanks, Don -- for inspiration to walk in. First you’ve got us striving to create the new — next to say the unsayable… whew. Thanks, Don — for inspiration to walk in.
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]]> http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2008/01/the-taste-of-silence/#comment-2368 Aida Bode Tue, 15 Jan 2008 19:53:48 +0000 http://pf/harriet/?p=643#comment-2368 I would also add that those shoes, no matter how "tired" they are, no matter how "sad", or "abandoned", they don't fail to carry light and step on darkness. I would also add that those shoes, no matter how “tired” they are, no matter how “sad”, or “abandoned”, they don’t fail to carry light and step on darkness.
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