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Marianne Moore, „Silence”

 

My father used to say,

„Superior people never make long visits,

have to be shown Longfellow’s grave

or the glass flowers at Harvard.

Self-reliant like the cat –

that takes its prey to privacy,

the mouse’s limp tail hanging like a shoelace from its mouth –

they sometimes enjoys solitude,

and can be robbed of speech

by speech which has delighted them.

The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence;

not in silence, but restraint.”

Nor was he insincere in saying, „Make my house your inn.”

Inns are not residences.

David-Moreno-Silence-1995-2012-Installation-view-2-Sao-Paulo-Biennial-2012_WEB

installation: David Moreno, Silence, 1995-2012, Sao Paolo Biennial, 2012

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Forgetfulness is like a song
That, freed from beat and measure, wanders.
Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled,
Outspread and motionless, –
A bird that coasts the wind unwearyingly.

Forgetfulness is rain at night,
Or an old house in a forest, – or a child.
Forgetfulness is white, – white as a blasted tree,
And it may stun the sybil into prophecy,
Or bury the Gods.

I can remember much forgetfulness.

HART CRANE, Forgetfulness

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