Master, they say that when I seem
To be in speech with you,
Since you make no replies, it's all a dream
--One talker aping two.
They are half right, but not as they
Imagine; rather, I
Seek in myself the things I meant to say
And lo! the wells are dry.
Then, seeing me empty, you forsake
The Listener's role, and through
My dead lips breathe and into utterance wake
The thoughts I never knew.
And thus you neither need reply
Nor can;thus, while we seem
Two talking, thou art One forever, and I
No dreamer, but thy dream
C.S.Lewis, quoted in James H Trott, A Sacrifice of Praise, (Nashville: Cumberland House, 1999), page 735.
I didn't know that one - it's wonderful. Thank you
R
Posted by: Ruth Gouldbourne | July 30, 2009 at 08:06 AM
Portrayed in a fantastic way. This man knew how to give words to thoughts and the all that goes within which seems (at least to me) hard to express.
Posted by: Ruchit | July 27, 2013 at 06:31 PM