To Be Read Aloud

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I fear, if you ask who dwell

in the house I see in dreams...

Sh...

          I cannot tell

whatever secret streams

from mountain caves so deep,

nor what birds land there, drink,

and sing of nothing.

                                   I heap

these lines to guard the brink

of silence, and don't reveal,

when spotted hands pluck rose-hips,

what gum wells up to seal

my lips.