Nothing’s faster than the speed of light
except the speed of dark,
and nothing can be louder in the night
than dogs that do not bark.
Nothing’s ever darker than a tunnel
with light at neither end,
and though you put a filter into funnels,
they cannot strain a friend.
Nothing’s ever brighter than the moment
that follows work well done,
when it is followed by a friendly comment,
praise worthy to be won.
William Safire, who died on September 27,2009 (Erev Yom Kippur,5770) , discusses the words gruntled, kempt and couth in The New York Times Magazine, February 14,1999. He asks: “So what's the speed of dark? ”
I added the third quatrain on the day I heard of his death.
2/15/99,9/27/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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