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To One
Who Is Silent
By Marcus
B. Christian
Silent
today as the Sphinx of old
Eve
of the laughing eyes --
Eve
with your eyes of weathered gold,
Why
do you look so wise?
Wrinkle
your nose and tell us, please
Of
the thoughts that pass your way
While
your tongue is heavy today.
Let
the stammering, halting words outpour
Like
the gush of a summer's rain,
Then
-- because I like you that way -- once more
Grow quiet and calm
again. *
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