Personal Talk Comments

Better than such discourse doth silence long, Long, barren silence, square with my desire; To sit without emotion, hope, or aim, In the loved presence of my cottage-fire, Sometimes I wonder how much is lost in noise, the noble art of silent sitting, listening watching a fire's flames, is a world realm of solitude wonder; into which minds great or low may soar, peace contentment stolen smokes soothes, waiting beyond the veil, an open waiting exploration door :)

easily shouldered aside, the lie; not so easily, malignant truth; the first can be deleted, the second can be only held at bay- and that 's the (undeletable) malignant truth. Wordsworth at his most believably disingenuous! Fine melody.. Simple, readable. MM

Loved the poem. Silence is golden.

Needs to be desanctified, to lose a lot of adjectives to be meet for modern ears, but there's nothing wrong with his fears