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.
To A Painting Of Echo
Am Juster
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Poem topics: believe, daughter, mother, space, speech, face, foolish, live, sound, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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