I shall
And shall never
Understand the cicada.
Their voice becomes the night
And the night becomes their silence
And their silence becomes the land.
And their voice
Is a voice
Elder to the gods.
The Cicada
March 11, 2007 · 7 Comments
Categories: Nature · Poetry · Spirituality
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7 responses so far ↓
Michel // April 3, 2007 at 8:39 am
I love the poem; for me,the sound of Cicada remind me of being a young child in Africa; it is very comforting.
Paul // April 4, 2007 at 12:32 am
I’m happy you like it, Michel. Thank you!
akash // May 4, 2008 at 10:40 am
The mystery of cicada ,
the mystery of Universe
sparkling in your words …..
akash
Paul // May 6, 2008 at 12:18 am
Beautiful, Akash! Thank you!
enreal // May 6, 2008 at 1:11 pm
PAUL!!!! I am there… listening!!! Your voice and words captured this perfectly!
enreal // May 6, 2008 at 1:14 pm
This is one of those pieces you should be proud of… had to comment again! This is the essence of poetry, when you capture more than a rhyme… using words to catch a moment off guard… there is shall remain for eternity… that moment… The cicada
Paul // May 6, 2008 at 5:51 pm
Enreal, you have just made my whole week with your kind words! Thank you so much!
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