Monday, September 16, 2013

Thursday, September 5, 2013

The Private Discourse of the Soul

When I converse with you or someone else,
I talk to no one other than myself;
Yet when alone I parley with my bells,
Their toll is not I, but the world itself.
A thousand tiny people speak in me,
A mock society of those I've met,
And those I'll meet, and those will never be
All come together in this vocal net.
Their say is louder than of people living,
For in myself they're with my self confused;
Their praise is taunt; their judgment, unforgiving;
That actions pondered on are seldom used.
   Then silence all the tongues that speak so free:
   Yes! acting is the sole soliloquy.