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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=495962" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>This Is My Voice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=495962" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This is my voice, <br>Sad, prolonged, fever pitched, <br>With some intermittent turbulence<br>In between a concentrated discourse<br>But<br>Still in a slow, smooth, sailing like<br>A canoe on a very clear silent running river<br>And<br>Some rapids, and rocks somewhere, may distort, <br>This voice<br>Of mine, <br>Or<br>At the edge for which a waterfall rages, <br>This<br>Voice<br>Of<br>Mine, <br>May sound like a violent fall of a hundred heavy waters, <br>Not a drip, but a hundred heavy, heavy falling waters, <br>As though the whole word is falling down<br>On your<br>Shoulder, <br>This is my voice, sad, on a prolonged agony, <br>But somehow, when tickled may move into<br>A mystery, not discounting the possibility of<br>An ecstasy, <br>A fantasy, <br>And you, my love, my beautiful reader, may hear this voice<br>Speaking to you in a hush of silence, <br>This is my voice; hear it for what it is, that is all that I ask of you, <br>I am myself speaking. I am real, this voice of mine.<br>Listen to me.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a></strong></div>