Silent Language Posted by andysmerdon on May 29, 2015 Posted in: Poetry. Tagged: Dashes, Emily Dickinson, Lyric, Quatrain. 2 Comments In the mind of a Babe Where spoken language does – Not yet dwell – Are images the rule? The River – the sharp Knife – Shaping memories, Proffering ideas – Until words… fail him? Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Posts navigation ← Asylum Roads From Lalit →
Beautifully written..
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