I recited a poem by Wordsworth once. The one about the solitary reaper Singing all by herself of "battles long ago", perhaps "some natural sorrow, loss, or pain." or even "familiar matters of to-day". I will say the audience were moved. They asked for his Orkut profile, And what his latest status message, is on Gtalk or Facebook, surely something deep. Do I have his email address? And hey, is he on Twitter? Published in Whispers, December 2015
The message is supreme;
Born in the heart,
and lilting itself
from tongue to tongue,
throwing its scent
over wind and wave;
travelling on dots
or fingers
when blindness
or silence bar its way.
It hews itself into stone
or burns itself onto magnetic discs;
it is the message that lives
and I exist
solely to pass it on.