from The Triumph of Love
- Geoffrey Hill
- Nov 17, 2016
- 1 min read
XXXV
Even now, I tell myself, there is a language
to which I might speak and which
would rightly hear me;
responding with eloquence; in its turn,
negotiating sense without insult
given or injury taken.
Familiar to those who already know it
elsewhere as justice,
it is met also in the form of silence.
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