Listening to Silence

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I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
stand shadowless like silence,
listening to silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,
Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;—
Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright
With tangled gossamer that fell by night,
Pearling his coronet of golden corn. 

But here the Autumn melancholy dwells,
And sighs her tearful spells
Amongst the sunless shadows of the plain.
Alone, alone,
Upon a mossy stone,
She sits and reckons up the dead and gone
With the last leaves for a love-rosary,
Whilst all the wither’d world looks drearily,
Like a dim picture of the drownèd past
In the hush’d mind’s mysterious far away,
Doubtful what ghostly thing will steal the last
Into that distance, gray upon the gray.
~Thomas Hood from “Autumn”

 

These cooling mornings are so silent~
no bird song
the dogs still asleep
no cows bellowing
only the sound of a horse
leaning heavy on a barn wall.

The gray on gray of this morning
interrupted by the painting of sky and leaf,
silence to the ear
is a symphony for the eye.

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2 thoughts on “Listening to Silence

  1. silence to the ear is a symphony for the eye Emily, that is just exquisite. I went outside to water a couple plants and it was quiet, and the clouds in the sky were stunning.You really described it well. Thank you for the gift. love, Victoria From: Barnstorming To: soaringblocks@yahoo.com Sent: Thursday, October 15, 2015 7:27 AM Subject: [New post] Listening to Silence #yiv1967228222 a:hover {color:red;}#yiv1967228222 a {text-decoration:none;color:#0088cc;}#yiv1967228222 a.yiv1967228222primaryactionlink:link, #yiv1967228222 a.yiv1967228222primaryactionlink:visited {background-color:#2585B2;color:#fff;}#yiv1967228222 a.yiv1967228222primaryactionlink:hover, #yiv1967228222 a.yiv1967228222primaryactionlink:active {background-color:#11729E;color:#fff;}#yiv1967228222 WordPress.com | briarcroft posted: “I saw old Autumn in the misty mornstand shadowless like silence,listening to silence, for no lonely bird would singInto his hollow ear from woods forlorn,Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;—Shaking his languid locks all dewy brightWith” | |

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