My father used to say,
“Superior people never make long visits,
have to be shown Longfellow's grave
nor 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 solitude,
and can be robbed of speech
by 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
Marianne Moore
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Poem topics: cat, father, house, never, people, solitude, sometimes, long, mouth, grave, enjoy, privacy, glass, mouse, silence, speech, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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