the moment
of the still clouds
scattered in the blue sky
is a moment observed
with no meaning attached
with no interpretation, no discourse
but attentive to what presents itself to one
as it is, in its own right;
and in that
there is the moment, what is,
silence
Yes, I have clearly heard the melodious sounds of silence from this poem. 10+++
A BRILLIANT WRITE...WE HAVE NOT LEARNT THAT SILENCE FROM IT
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I would like to translate this poem
Alexander Pope in his 'Essay on Man': Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul proud Science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or milky way; Yet simple nature to his hope has giv'n, Behind the cloud-topt hill, an humbler Heav'n, Some safer world in depth of woods embraced, Some happier island in the wat'ry waste, Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To be, contents his natural desire; He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company. s