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Friday, February 24, 2012

Unsaid


Each Friday we provide the link to the blog that is hosting a celebration of poetry around the blogosphere. At that site you can find the links to the many other blogs that are posting poems (new and old), discussions of poems, and reviews of poetry books.

Enjoy the festivities!

The host this week is MsMac. You can visit her here at Check It Out.


(Grandmother Knits by David Foggie, 1878-
1948, Scots painter)

“I can’t tell if the day is ending, or the world, / or if the secret of secrets is within me again.” ~ Anna Akhmatova (1889-1966), Russian poet

UNSAID

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.

~ Dana Gioia, born 1950, American poet and critic

2 comments:

Myra Garces-Bacsal from GatheringBooks said...

Always so beautiful Maria. This has made me sigh this sunny Saturday afternoon.

"The diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches
Of unacknowledged love are no less real
For having passed unsaid."

- such aching truths.

Ed DeCaria said...

Just starting to make my way through the PF links today.

Despite its title, this poem says so much with so little. Thanks for sharing this, Maria.

-Ed