QUIETNESS by Amador T. Daguio


I am lover of quietness‐
Unechoed songs within a silent heart,
A sliver pond, a statued loveliness
Where words can take no part.

I love the quiet ways of memory,
The quiet looks to give you loving praise,
The quiet secrets of my misery
Through quiet nights and days.

The quiet mountains of the earth I love,
The moving clouds, the sun, the dewy leaf.
My quiet questioning o God above,
My quite, tearless grief
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Why does the piece describe quietness as the persona’s “quiet, tearless grief”?

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