My father used to say, <br />"Superior people never make long visits, <br />have to be shown Longfellow's grave <br />nor the glass flowers at Harvard. <br />Self reliant like the cat -- <br />that takes its prey to privacy, <br />the mouse's limp tail hanging like a shoelace from its mouth -- <br />they sometimes enjoy solitude, <br />and can be robbed of speech <br />by speech which has delighted them. <br />The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence; <br />not in silence, but restraint." <br />Nor was he insincere in saying, "`Make my house your inn'." <br />Inns are not residences.<br /><br />Marianne Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silence/
