Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)

Silence

Words and the body always have been much pain to me,
  Little fetters and drags on immensities
  Never to be defined. I am done with these.
Meanings of silence suddenly all grow plain to me.

Something still may sing like a joyous flute in me
  Out of the life that dares to be voiced aloud,
  But speech no more shall swathe like a burial-shroud
Things unencompassable now eloquent-mute in me.

1. Solitary
2. Pan-Worship
3. Sonnets. 9. Love Needs not Two the Render It Complete
4. Sonnets. 11. A few of us who faltered as we fared
5. Sonnets. 7. When I see two delay their wings at heaven

Edgar Masters (Эдгар Мастерс) Silence ("I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea")

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