Tuesday, February 14, 2006


Cricketsong (8/17/91)

And what of noise?
Is it not the crickets' song,
to crick, crick, crick, all at once?
A seeming chaos!
Such repetition, such noise.
-And one dies out:
I can notice it; I do notice,
as if there were some reason,
as if a single cricket matters.
But the sound itself, it continues;
it pleases me not.
I long for a silence.
Perhaps not silence,
but music, order.
The crickets scream to be heard.
I envy the crickets.
I want to scream.
I almost wish to be a cricket:
that screaming "crick, crick" ...were enough!

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