Dialects

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The incident at Babel divided and scattered us humans. You can still see its consequences in our tongues.

Dialects

We speak with the tongues of men,
Rough and smooth, sharp and soft,
Brusque and off-putting, smooth and welcoming
Some thoughts a simple word, some unpronounceable

Some languages belonging to families
Sharing sounds and structure
Some standing alone--no other kin,
Living in harsh isolation from their neighbors

Angels I imagine speak words
That fall like music on the ear
Perhaps that's the problem.
Perhaps we have too little music in our words.


© 2014 by Tom King

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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