all which isn't singing is mere talking <br />and all talking's talking to oneself <br />(whether that oneself be sought or seeking <br />master or disciple sheep or wolf) <br /> <br />gush to it as diety or devil <br />-toss in sobs and reasons threats and smiles <br />name it cruel fair or blessed evil- <br />it is you (ne i)nobody else <br /> <br />drive dumb mankind dizzy with haranguing <br />-you are deafened every mother's son- <br />all is merely talk which isn't singing <br />and all talking's to oneself alone <br /> <br />but the very song of(as mountains <br />feel and lovers)singing is silence<br /><br />Edward Estlin Cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-which-isn-t-singing-is-mere-talking/
