AM Juster

(1956 -)

To A Painting Of Echo - Poem by AM Juster

Foolish artist, why must you sketch my face
And hound a goddess eyes cannot detect?
I am the daughter born of Speech and Space,
Babble's mother, a voiceless intellect.
I snatch a word before it disappears
Then mimic mindlessly what I have found.
I am Echo--I live within your ears.
If you believe you can paint me, paint sound.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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