The owl in his persistent calls for peace and harmony represents our human hopes that in some mysterious way
L-O-V-E is the nature of reality. The silence that twice follows his plea suggests there is no answering voice. We are alone. But the owl presses in with his plea, and eventually THERE WAS A SOUND. This poem is a sober and quiet triumph of light, when we fear all is darkness.
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
The owl in his persistent calls for peace and harmony represents our human hopes that in some mysterious way L-O-V-E is the nature of reality. The silence that twice follows his plea suggests there is no answering voice. We are alone. But the owl presses in with his plea, and eventually THERE WAS A SOUND. This poem is a sober and quiet triumph of light, when we fear all is darkness.