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by Angela Manalang Gloria

I never meant the words I said,
     So trouble not your honest head
And never mean the words I write,
     But come and kiss me now goodnight.

The words I said break with the thunder
     Of billows surging into spray:
Unfathomed depths withhold the wonder
     Of all the words I never say.


This poem is from POEMS (1940).


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