<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360316" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Words</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world does not need words. It articulates itself <br>in sunlight, leaves, and shadows. The stones on the path <br>are no less real for lying uncatalogued and uncounted.<br>The fluent leaves speak only the dialect of pure being. <br>The kiss is still fully itself though no words were spoken.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And one word transforms it into something less or other--<br>illicit, chaste, perfunctory, conjugal, covert.<br>Even calling it a kiss betrays the fluster of hands <br>glancing the skin or gripping a shoulder, the slow <br>arching of neck or knee, the silent touching of tongues.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet the stones remain less real to those who cannot <br>name them, or read the mute syllables graven in silica. <br>To see a red stone is less than seeing it as jasper--<br>metamorphic quartz, cousin to the flint the Kiowa <br>carved as arrowheads. To name is to know and remember.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sunlight needs no praise piercing the rainclouds, <br>painting the rocks and leaves with light, then dissolving <br>each lucent droplet back into the clouds that engendered it. <br>The daylight needs no praise, and so we praise it always-- <br>greater than ourselves and all the airy words we summon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dana+Gioia">Dana Gioia</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=360316" data-title="Words de Dana Gioia" data-description="The world does not need words. It articulates itself in sunlight, leaves, and shadows. The stones on the path are no less real for lying uncatalogued and uncounted. The fluent leaves speak only the dialect of pure being. The kiss is still fully..."></div> </div> </div>

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