<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353431" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Listen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What is that sound? <br>Like the trailing of a fan<br>through a silent anteroom? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the murmur of air<br>ruffling leaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the herald of the whirlwind<br>which will strip those leaves from their trees<br>and wrench the trees from the hillside<br>and blast the soil from the rocks beneath, <br>leaving the skeleton of the earth<br>to bleach and crumble.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what is that sound? <br>Like a cascade of pearls<br>on a silver salver? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the rushing of the waterfall<br>in the Italian garden.<br>It presages the tempest and the raging ocean<br>which smashes the earth's boundaries<br>and drives the rivers back up to their sources, <br>drowning and destroying everything that lives in air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what is that sound? <br>Like the crackle of dry twigs<br>under the heavy boots of soldiers? <br>It is the fire in the hearth, <br>logs spitting, blue and yellow flame dancing<br>under the granite lintel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the messenger of the Sun<br>which will rage and burn the planet<br>to a cloud of incandescent interstellar dust<br>for the winds of space to disperse forever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what is that sound? <br>High and plaintive<br>behind the polished nursery door? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the crying of a two-day-old baby.<br>It tells of the heavy tramp of armies<br>across the continents of the world<br>marching to the rhythms<br>of dark gods<br>bringing the destruction of cities<br>and the extinguishing of civilisations.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the sound of an empty skull<br>there in the desert, <br>abandoned by dog and raven, <br>dry and bleached and splitting along the seams, <br>home to gusts of wind<br>and the occasional locust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These are the sounds of the end of human <br>endeavour, <br>the end pages of books, <br>the silence which silences the symphony.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the gums shrivel and decay, <br>the teeth are cracked and broken<br>and there is to be found no place where the smile<br>or its shadow has ever been; <br>no echo of long ago laughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the sound of eternity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Brian+Taylor">Brian Taylor</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353431" data-title="Listen de Brian Taylor" data-description="What is that sound? Like the trailing of a fan through a silent anteroom? It is the murmur of air ruffling leaves. It is the herald of the whirlwind which will strip those leaves from their trees and wrench the trees from the hillside and blas..."></div> </div> </div>

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