true language
May 23, 2012 § 5 Comments
I put down the days
paper, layers of magazines
stacked out of the way
the books, with various scraps
holding my places
protruding from their pages,
set aside
I realize
I must
learn the
language of
all that not by man
the centipede
the oak
the crane
the multitude of topics
they could go on about
the squall roaring in from
the frozen lake
the song of the frog
the hum of the field
the morning salutations
of the tiger lily raising
its face to the sun
the hills
the hills surely know
a thing or two
regarding history
the stream
chanting tales
to a rhythm of its own
as it moves
through the valley
I must have
these and more
these, more
true
than anything
said by any being
that looks anything
like myself
“I must
learn the
language of
all that not by man” – I like that.
Awesome as always 😉
Thank you much xoE!
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anytime 😉
Hi Fred,
what a great thought is behind this poem. To learn that language!
Thanks Ina. I really need to find a nice
patch of secluded forest to just sit on a rock and listen.