What We Don't Say
May 18, 2016Photo courtesy Randy Storey |
Introduction by Ted Kooser: After my mother died, her
best friend told me that they were so close that they could sit together in a
room for an hour and neither felt she had to say a word. Here's a fine poem by
Dorianne Laux, about that kind of silence. Her most recent book is The Book
of Men (W.W. Norton & Co., 2012) and she lives in North Carolina.
Enough Music
Sometimes, when we're on a long drive,
and we've talked enough and listened
to enough music and stopped twice,
once to eat, once to see the view,
we fall into this rhythm of silence.
It swings back and forth between us
like a rope over a lake.
Maybe it's what we don't say
that saves us.
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Poem copyright ©1994 by Dorianne Laux, “Enough Music,” (What We Carry, BOA
Editions, 1994). Poem reprinted by permission of Dorianne Laux and the
publisher. Introduction copyright ©2016 by The Poetry Foundation. The
introduction’s author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate
Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not
accept unsolicited manuscripts.
4 comments
Beautiful photo and thoughtful poem. Hope you are having a great day.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed them both. Hope you're having a lovely day as well.
ReplyDeleteWhat q lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteShort but sweet!
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