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Poetry Friday: Jabberers by Carl Sandburg

September 16th, 2016 (06:00 am)
amused

Current Mood: amused
Current Song: Honest by Joseph

I rise out of my depths with my language.
You rise out of your depths with your language.

Two tongues from the depths,
Alike only as a yellow cat and a green parrot are alike,
Fling their staccato tantalizations
Into a wildcat jabber
Over a gossamer web of unanswerables.

The second and the third silence,
Even the hundredth silence,
Is better than no silence at all
(Maybe this is a jabber too - are we at it again, you and I?)

I rise out of my depths with my language.
You rise out of your depths with your language.

One thing there is much of; the name men call it by is time; into this gulf our syllabic pronunciamentos empty by the way rockets of fire curve and are gone on the night sky; into this gulf the jabberings go as the shower at a scissors grinder's wheel....

- Jabberers by Carl Sandburg

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Posted by: Michelle@Today'sLittleDitty (mdhbarnes)
Posted at: September 16th, 2016 07:44 pm (UTC)

Wow, that second stanza! "...a gossamer web of unanswerables" Incredible.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: September 16th, 2016 07:55 pm (UTC)

So lovely.

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