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  • Silent Noon

    By Dante Gabriel Rossetti

    Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,–
    The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
    Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
    ‘Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
    All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,
    Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge
    Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.
    ‘Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.

    Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly
    Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:–
    So this wing’d hour is dropt to us from above.
    Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
    This close-companioned inarticulate hour
    When twofold silence was the song of love.

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  • Silent Flight

     

    By Chris Roe

    In the silence
    The clarity of your voice,
    Climbs high
    Upon the eagle’s wings.
    The chains of doubt
    That imprison my soul,
    Fall away beneath my feet.
    In the freedom and majesty
    Of the sentinels gaze,
    Faith is strengthened
    And hope returned
    To a weary heart,
    Upon the silent flight
    Of eagle’s wings.

    The above poem is from

    ‘In Search of Silence’

    a collection of 45 poems written by Chris Roe including 7 watercolour prints by his brother Paul

    Visit Silent Flight Publications for more details

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  • Is my soul asleep?

    By Antonio Machado

    Is my soul asleep?
    Have those beehives that work
    in the night stopped? And the water-
    wheel of thought, is it
    going around now, cups
    empty, carrying only shadows?

    No, my soul is not asleep.
    It is awake, wide awake.
    It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches,
    its eyes wide open
    far-off things, and listens
    at the shores of the great silence.

    From The Soul Is Here For Its Own Joy, edited by Robert Bly

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  • When We Two Parted

     

    Lord Byron

    When we two parted
    In silence and tears,
    Half broken-hearted
    To sever the years,
    Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
    Colder, thy kiss;
    Truly that hour foretold
    Sorrow to this.

    The dew of the morning
    Sunk, chill on my brow,
    It felt like the warning
    Of what I feel now.
    Thy vows are all broken,
    And light is thy fame;
    I hear thy name spoken,
    And share in its shame.

    They name thee before me,
    A knell to mine ear;
    A shudder comes o’er me…
    Why wert thou so dear?
    They know not I knew thee,
    Who knew thee too well..
    Long, long shall I rue thee,
    Too deeply to tell.

    In secret we met
    In silence I grieve
    That thy heart could forget,
    Thy spirit deceive.
    If I should meet thee
    After long years,
    How should I greet thee?
    With silence and tears.