Spoken words are part of a complex,
Of gesture, touch, expression, and desire.
They are not cut off separate, nor perplexed.
The sensuous world contains both word and fire.
To concentrate communion to mere tongue,
To ignore all expression but our words
Seems to be a folly and a wrong
For all happens cannot but be heard
Our hands, our eyes, our movement create shapes
With speech, we learn to give shape proper form;
And as a love in his bed may grope,
His heart seeks for the words which work as charms
There is no split between our worlds and minds
Their conjunction gifts appropriate signs
