(24 December 1950 / Hawthorne, California)

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  • Charlotte Peters Rock (12/20/2011 5:05:00 PM)

    I have justread Dana Gioia's poem abut the flowers, called

    'Thanks for remembering us'

    That is just what we feel - in ways that we cannot usually describe.

    Thank you

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  • Abdallah Mpogole (8/5/2010 3:58:00 AM)

    That's good Diana lets us mend this words to rule the world.

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Words

The world does not need words. It articulates itself
in sunlight, leaves, and shadows. The stones on the path
are no less real for lying uncatalogued and uncounted.
The fluent leaves speak only the dialect of pure being.
The kiss is still fully itself though no words were spoken.

And one word transforms it into something less or other--
illicit, chaste, perfunctory, conjugal, covert.
Even calling it a kiss betrays the fluster of hands

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