There was the moment when you
Had broken me to the words that lovers vow;
When my heart bowed and sought its quick release,
But there was only silence
Loud words would not distinguish
The silver-winded love of now from mere caprice.
I found that words are nothing.
What words can say the savage
Madness of a heart to lose identity,
Or the wild symphonies that rend the inner sense,
How phrase the demons dancing
To the heart beats pagan drum
Or the veins pulsing with the melting resistance?
I love you is nothing.
But now you touch me wisely
So I know that love is not a language
Issues coldly from the throat as so much due,
But the blending of the pulse
Beating its timeless merger;
Freely, truly, I have told you I love you.
I have said nothing.
(July 1,1948)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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