I do not care to talk to you although <br />Your speech evokes a thousand sympathies, <br />And all my being's silent harmonies <br />Wake trembling into music. When you go <br />It is as if some sudden, dreadful blow <br />Had severed all the strings with savage ease. <br />No, do not talk; but let us rather seize <br />This intimate gift of silence which we know. <br />Others may guess your thoughts from what you say, <br />As storms are guessed from clouds where darkness broods. <br />To me the very essence of the day <br />Reveals its inner purpose and its moods; <br />As poplars feel the rain and then straightway <br />Reverse their leaves and shimmer through the woods.<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-8/
