BY DR. AGONSON
There are times, and there are places.
There are voices, and there are songs.
I have said nothing, yet I have meant everything;
My mouth is a vain organ, and my lips are dead.
There is nothing which I can say,
and I say nothing well.
From my tongue there is stuttering,
but I have tried to speak.
What is meant by my words?
What is heard by those ears?
Are these blank faces to stare forever?
Is there nothing in me?
I have heard a word,
but I could not repeat it.
I have tried to sing,
but my voice cracked.
I have come to the place,
but the time has not come.
Tale Told 