Thursday, April 21, 2011

River

When I speak, I ask questions, while some
continue to babble; I always hear

like clear water: a look
on the face like a stream


which cannot be dammed. It says
be tranquil, dearest, as shade


over deep water; you are
clearer to us, as dear


as the river stones, as smooth
as the voice of the river.

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