Selected Poems

from Daily Horoscope

from The Gods of Winter

from Interrogations at Noon

 

Unsaid

So much of what we live goes on inside–
The diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches
Of unacknowledged love are no less real
For having passed unsaid. What we conceal
Is always more than what we dare confide.
Think of the letters that we write our dead.

 

 

from Interrogations at Noon
© 2001 Dana Gioia

© 2001 Dana Gioia unless otherwise noted.
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