Adam Fieled (editor, Philadelphia, USA): "Wittgenstein's Song"

Merely brilliant is no match
 
                 for being intimate. When you catch
 
       a wave that breaks, you can only
                
                      half-determine its’ course. Lonely
 
             is the determined man, whether
 
     it’s he who decides his fate or fetters
 
               the world lays on him. This
 
                   I learned from a young man’s kiss.
 
   Thus, I’ve learned, said nothing.
 
       To be silent is something
 
             for the wise to practice. Words
 
                  go too far. How much have we heard
 
     worth holding onto? How much said
 
         that can placate what we dread?


©  Adam Fieled 2005