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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373928" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Silence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea, <br>And the silence of the city when it pauses, <br>And the silence of a man and a maid, <br>And the silence of the sick <br>When their eyes roam about the room. <br>And I ask: For the depths, <br>Of what use is language? <br>A beast of the field moans a few times <br>When death takes its young. <br>And we are voiceless in the presence of realities -- <br>We cannot speak. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A curious boy asks an old soldier <br>Sitting in front of the grocery store, <br>&quot;How did you lose your leg?&quot; <br>And the old soldier is struck with silence, <br>Or his mind flies away <br>Because he cannot concentrate it on Gettysburg. <br>It comes back jocosely <br>And he says, &quot;A bear bit it off.&quot; <br>And the boy wonders, while the old soldier <br>Dumbly, feebly lives over <br>The flashes of guns, the thunder of cannon, <br>The shrieks of the slain, <br>And himself lying on the ground, <br>And the hospital surgeons, the knives, <br>And the long days in bed. <br>But if he could describe it all <br>He would be an artist. <br>But if he were an artist there would be deeper wounds <br>Which he could not describe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is the silence of a great hatred, <br>And the silence of a great love, <br>And the silence of an embittered friendship. <br>There is the silence of a spiritual crisis, <br>Through which your soul, exquisitely tortured, <br>Comes with visions not to be uttered <br>Into a realm of higher life. <br>There is the silence of defeat. <br>There is the silence of those unjustly punished; <br>And the silence of the dying whose hand <br>Suddenly grips yours. <br>There is the silence between father and son, <br>When the father cannot explain his life, <br>Even though he be misunderstood for it. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is the silence that comes between husband and wife. <br>There is the silence of those who have failed; <br>And the vast silence that covers <br>Broken nations and vanquished leaders. <br>There is the silence of Lincoln, <br>Thinking of the poverty of his youth. <br>And the silence of Napoleon <br>After Waterloo. <br>And the silence of Jeanne d'Arc <br>Saying amid the flames, &quot;Blessed Jesus&quot; -- <br>Revealing in two words all sorrows, all hope. <br>And there is the silence of age, <br>Too full of wisdom for the tongue to utter it <br>In words intelligible to those who have not lived <br>The great range of life. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there is the silence of the dead. <br>If we who are in life cannot speak <br>Of profound experiences, <br>Why do you marvel that the dead <br>Do not tell you of death? <br>Their silence shall be interpreted <br>As we approach them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edgar+Lee+Masters">Edgar Lee Masters</a><div class=q>
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And the silence of the city when it pauses, 
And the silence of a man and a maid, 
And the silence of the sick 
When their eyes roam about the room. 
And I ask: For the depths, 
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