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One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 13. Non più, tutto ascoltai…
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Sonnet No. 25
Your silence speaks louder than any word.
The white screen before me, is blanker than death.
So in wiped quiet I can be deterred,
And feel lifelessness has taken my breath.
Yet, there's nothing I can do about it,
For tears mean nothing to a wall's coldness,
And that's all I see here – from where I sit –
Despite determination and boldness.
Fear is in the stillness as well as in the scream,
The cry can let you know, when quiet takes all.
But tell me all is not as it may seem,
And that this man is not in for a fall.
Your tears, your anger, your pain I can take,
Just don't tell me it's my heart you might break.
Sonnet No. 26
My days are oddly slow and empty if
I have no prospect of talking with you;
Without it I pray and worship your gift,
And if it's gone, I don’t know what I'll do.
You often say that I have everything –
That you have nothing in this world but me –
And that sorrow bites at me like a sting
To comfort the smart and thereby set you free.
But my days, my hours, my nights are not
The sole property of me anymore –
I bid you use them and know that you've got
Enough to keep you from being poor.
With your love, I have everything I need;
Without it, God help how this heart will bleed.
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