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There are some qualities – some incorporate things,
That have a double life, which thus is made
A type of that twin entity which springs
From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.
There is a two-fold Silence – sea and shore –
Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places,
Newly with grass o’ergrown; some solemn graces,
Some human memories and tearful lore,
Render him terrorless: his name’s “No More.”
He is the corporate Silence: dread him not!
No power hath he of evil in himself;
But should some urgent fate (untimely lot!)
Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf,
That haunteth the lone regions where hath trod
No foot of man,) commend thyself to God!

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………………..Sonnet – Silence

There are some qualities – some incorporate things,
That have a double life, which thus is made
A type of that twin entity which springs
From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.
There is a two-fold Silence – sea and shore –
Body and soul.  One dwells in lonely places,
Newly with grass o’ergrown; some solemn graces,
Some human memories and tearful lore,
Render him terrorless, his name’s “No More.”
He is the corporate Silence: dread him not!
No power hath he of evil in himself;
But should some urgent fate (untimely lot!)
Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf,
That haunteth the lone regions where hath trod
No foot of man), commend thyself to God!

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…….A Year’s Spinning

He listened at the porch that day
To hear the wheels go on, and on;
And then it stopped, ran back away,
While through the door he brought the sun:
But now my spinning is all done.

He sat beside me, with an oath
That love ne’er ended, once begun;
I smiled – believing for us both,
What was the truth for only one:
And now my spinning is all done.

My mother cursed me that I heard
A young man’s wooing as I spun:
Thanks, cruel mother, for that word –
For I have, since, a harder known!
And now my spinning is all done.

I thought – O God! – my first-born’s cry
Both voices to mine ear would drown:
I listened in mine agony –
It was the silence made me groan!
And now my spinning is all done.

Bury me ‘twixt my mother’s grave,
(Who cursed me on her death-bed lone)
And my dead baby’s (God it save!)
Who, not to bless me, would not moan.
And now my spinning I all done.

A stone upon my heart and head,
But no name written on the stone!
Sweet neighbors, whisper low instead,
“This sinner was a loving one –
And now her spinning is all done.”

And let the door ajar remain,
In case he should pass by anon;
And leave the wheel out very plain, –
That HE, when passing in the sun,
May see the spinning is all done.

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Silence

A command?
If so, in itself
The word shouts.

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A deaf man
Or even rarer –
A mute world.

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Rare these days.
It leaves us alone
With our thoughts.

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photo by Sigurd Decroos at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/meZbKiO/Danger%2C+Help%2C+Need%2C+Peace+and

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.

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