Silence
Silence is not snow,
It cannot grow
deeper. A thousand years
of it are thinner
than paper. So
we must have it
all wrong
when we feel trapped
like mastodons.
Kay Ryan (from The Best of It: New and Selected Poems, p. 125)
Silence
Silence is not snow,
It cannot grow
deeper. A thousand years
of it are thinner
than paper. So
we must have it
all wrong
when we feel trapped
like mastodons.
Kay Ryan (from The Best of It: New and Selected Poems, p. 125)