Thursday, February 05, 2004

Short Poem of the Day


You have not, as I, walked
the silent sleeping streets,
with streaming eyes, running
from the women in the windows.
You have not slid, as I have slid,
under the seas to see the shells,
smiling and swimming silently.
You have not seen the moon
running along the sky.
So shut up.

-- Mike Nichols, b. 1931.

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