Ever many
dialogues
that slip
out of our mouths,
All the many
wordless words
worthless, worthless
every one,
that we utter
or we mutter
make me shudder
make me shudder
and I cannot
help but give
in answer:
nothing.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
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- All poetry is supposed to be instructive but in an unnoticeable manner; it is supposed to make us aware of what it would be valuable to instruct ourselves in; we must deduce the lesson on our own, just as with life. -Goethe