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Mother Tongues by Lucia Hennelly

In by New Author on August 15, 2010 at 11:38 pm

Each sound surrounds its own word, but how have they come to speak this way? to piece it all Together the way that we try to, poorly, with our own mother tongues, and fail, We small animals, only noise without coherence, growing sounds without melody.  Their soliloquies will last, always, whole and imperfect, less and less heard.  And fewer yet will understand the winds, the rains, mosquitoes, the aspen leaves, running water, as we grow proud in our own sounds, our chaos, our confusion, sharpening our tongues and deafening our ears, forgetting at once to listen, forgetting, that they disappear.


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