the bigness of cannon
but i have seen
death’s clever enormous voice
which hides in a fragility
i say that sometimes
on these long talkative animals
are laid fists of huger silence.
I have seen all the silence
full of vivid noiseless boys
i have seen
the night utter ripe unspeaking girls.
–e.e. cummings, Tulips & Chimneys (1922 Manuscript)