The following poem came to mind the other day as I drove past the exit to Carl Sandburg's house. I memorized it and presented it in my Speech Interp class in college. It's very fun, a little bit long (about 12-15 mins) so I've only put a small excerpt bellow. Find it and read it all, it is very good.
Love is a little white bird
and the flight of it so fast
you can't see it
and you know it's there
only by the faint whirr of its wings
and the hush song coming so low to your ears
you fear it might be silence
and you listen keen and you listen long
and you know it's more than silence
for you get the hush song so lovely
it hurts and cuts into your heart
and what you want is to give more than you can get
and you'd like to write it but it can't be written
and you'd like to sing it but you don't dare try
because the little white bird sings it better than you can
Carl Sandburg - "Little Word, Little White Bird"
Posted by tomglass at November 9, 2006 04:29 PM