Wallace Gould, 'To a Weakling'

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To a Weakling

Do not speak of faith in me.
Do not pour out your heart upon me, only to soil me with what you think I am.
Do not crown me king of your limitations.
Do not chatter about understandings.
Do not mention lasting friendship.
Do not speak.
I am striving to hear each note of the swallows
swooping through the door of the barn.
I am striving to hear each whine of the autumn winds
sidling about the eaves.
I am longing to tell you that what I am is likely to cause in you a shudder;
that what I am is likely to silence you;
that I have done all things;
and that I am proud—
serenely proud—
of having no limitations.
Fool, could I silence you
by telling you these things?

By Wallace Gould

Comments

[med_cat]

Hmm...interesting...

[duathir.livejournal.com]

Your fool quoting Kant reminded me of this.

[med_cat]

I see :)

[mplsfish.livejournal.com]

Lovely. Thank you.

[duathir.livejournal.com]

You are very welcome.