00:00Yes, the young people, well, it's why I did the book.
00:19I was coming from driving from giving a paper on poetry at the study club, and I was driving
00:28home and I turned on the radio to celebrate because the paper was over, and I wanted to
00:34hear music, and I heard instead the Columbine news of Columbine.
00:41So I rode up a little further and passed our schools, and I thought, I've got to do something
00:47to show these young people that we care.
00:50So at that time, a ray of sunshine lit on my poems in the seat beside me, and I said,
01:00that's it, that's the one thing an old lady can do for young people.
01:08This is the title poem, Quiet Voices.
01:14Quiet Voices clothe winter's jagged edge.
01:21Dove murmur secrets under velvet breath.
01:27Blurred hills stand still, frozen to woolen sky.
01:34To wait in line, outside in freezing rain.
01:40Black satin streams bathe themselves beneath down robes of snow.
01:48Above their flowing nakedness whispers of vapor rise to trace their sleek unwinding through
01:57muted browns of fields laid by.
02:02Night reads to himself from poets of starlight.
02:08Day gathers clouds for the table.
02:13Quiet voices need not speak for those who listen to hear peace.
02:23We get to a point and we think, this is where I'm supposed to be.
02:29And you feel good in that point, at that point.
02:35And you step out of the rat race and you say, close the door behind me.
02:44I want peace, I want to be here by myself where I belong.
02:50This is the floor.
02:52This is as high as I go.
02:55And it doesn't bother me.
Comments