PrinceMyshkin
10-04-2009, 12:36 PM
Language
is bred in our bones
and musculature, in our skin.
.
It is the smudge on our fingers
after a hard day’s work,
the cheek that is laid so softly
on a child’s or a lover’s cheek
that they barely touch.
It is the air that circulates
in our leathery lungs
as we inhale hope
and exhale longing... Language
is the way we create ourselves.
We were born speechless
and, without speech, knew only
need or fear. Words
gave us everything
and we can but try
to give them everything in return. .
is bred in our bones
and musculature, in our skin.
.
It is the smudge on our fingers
after a hard day’s work,
the cheek that is laid so softly
on a child’s or a lover’s cheek
that they barely touch.
It is the air that circulates
in our leathery lungs
as we inhale hope
and exhale longing... Language
is the way we create ourselves.
We were born speechless
and, without speech, knew only
need or fear. Words
gave us everything
and we can but try
to give them everything in return. .