Monday, March 31, 2008

A Poem For Monday

The Clock Tower at City Hall, Philadelphia
as seen from my window on 3/30/08

Still Another Day: XVII/Men

The truth is in the prologue. Death to the romantic fool,
to the expert in solitary confinement,
I’m the same as the teacher from Colombia,
the rotarian from Philadelphia, the merchant
from Paysandu who saves his silver
to come here. We all arrive by different streets,
by unequal languages, at Silence.

-- Pablo Neruda

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