The Poetry of
Jack Scott

Soft Song

Draw me a sound, little one,
from your well.
Pour it in my ear,
fill my mind
that I may remember.

I had your sound, little one,
I heard it,
but your song was soft:
it was the sound of silence.
I have forgotten it.

94 ®Copyright 1960 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.
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