"Unsaid"
-Dana Gioia
So much of what we live goes on inside–
The diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches
Of unacknowledged love are no less real
For having passed unsaid. What we conceal
Is always more than what we dare confide.
Think of the letters that we write our dead.
From Interrogations at Noon
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Beautiful poem, I have never read any of his, thank you for posting it.
Posted by: Kelly | February 2, 2007 10:36 PM
incredible!!! Thanks so much for this...and for participating. I'm still finding more and more poetry....thanks so much.
Posted by: deborah oak | February 7, 2007 09:07 PM
thanks so much....incredible poem.
Posted by: deborah oak | February 7, 2007 09:07 PM