I Shall Be Loved As Quiet Things Poem by Karle Wilson Baker
I Shall Be Loved As Quiet Things
I shall be loved as quiet things
Are loved--white pigeons in the sun,
Curled yellow leaves that whisper down
One after one;
The silver reticence of smoke
That tells no secret of its birth
Among the fiery agonies
That turn the earth;
Cloud-islands; reaching arms of trees;
The frayed and eager little moon
That strays unheeded through a high
Blue afternoon.
The thunder of my heart must go
Under the muffling of the dust--
As my gray dress has guarded it
The grasses must;
For it has hammered loud enough,
Clamored enough, when all is said:
Only its quiet part shall live
When I am dead.
A poem about a person unknown who learned to witness the Beauty in her self and her quiet life.
A delightful poem on the beauty of quietness, the challenge of passion and the silence of death. Deserves much more than a 6.1 IMO.
Beautifully said! Simple excelente verse and content that so poetically enters heart and mind leaving a most unforgettable and special impression. A great poem in a subdued but very, very special way!
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. A beautiful love poem written from the heart
Marvelous poem. When all is said only it's quiet part shall live.....
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that's the best way to be loved. very well stressed