Poem of the week: Silence by Marianne Moore | Poetry
SilenceMy father used to say“Superior people never make long visits,have to be shown Longfellow’s gravenor the glass flowers at Harvard.Self-reliant like the cat –that takes its prey to privacy,the mouse’s limp tail hanging like a shoelace from its mouth –they sometimes enjoy solitudeand can be robbed of speechby speech which has delighted them.The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence;not in silence, but restraint.”Nor was he insincere in saying, “‘Make my house your inn.’’’Inns are not residences.Silence, by…