from “Desire for Quiet”
Silence may lead deep and make me mad.
If I say “water,” it might answer “mud.”
The quietness might stop and make me sad,
and kill my carp, my colors’ golden blood.
Why should I dig a place for it, here where
the dark is dry grass tipped by brutal flowers?
Annie Finch
from: Calendars
Entry Filed under: Finch, Annie • Poetry
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