Summit Meet
'I hear the voice of time in poems', says Adonis. Shuntaro Tanikawa reminds not to perk up the ears to one sound. One should be open 'to another sound, another voice'

Czeslaw Milosz observes:

'I sit, a sly and angry poet...
And,weighing a pen in my hand,
I plot revenge.
I poise the pen
and it puts forth twigs and leaves
it is covered with blossoms
And the scent of the tree is impudent,
for there, on the real earth,
such trees do not grow.'
Tomas Transtromer adds, 'There is too much that can neither be written nor kept silent.' Roberto Juarroz quips,'To speak is to live another way,but also to die another way.'
He goes on:
'Every silence is a magic space
with a hidden rite,
the womb of a summoning word,
and an essential detail
of antisilence...
The rite may be
the solitude of a poem
the word the sign that
every poem hides
and the point of antisilence
the sound of the hand
calling from inside the poem.
Silence is a temple
that needs no god.'