To A Painting Of Echo
By AM Juster
Foolish artist, why must you sketch my face
And hound a goddess eyes cannot detect?
I am the daughter born of Speech and Space,
Babble’s mother, a voiceless intellect.
I snatch a word before it disappears
Then mimic mindlessly what I have found.
I am Echo–I live within your ears.
If you believe you can paint me, paint sound.
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