BY JAN HAAG

POETRY + ESSAYS + MUSIC + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO





SILENCE

1-17-98



O, beloved, how long was Devayani to trust the silence,
the communication without words, the presence
speaking to her each day with the drum?
How was she to guess the words?

They say the world is more perfect without words, yet words
are Devayani's medium, her anchor, her love. She
could not live in this world without
words. Though it seems she can

live without your presence. For it seems that presence --
given enough -- goes within. Like the stream
underground, it nourishes without
being seen, being heard, and,

at times, emerges from among the black rocks like those
of the Tungabhadra where Devayani lost her
way, wandered among whispering
ruins, knew the heat and

the dust of desolation, realized she loved the heat and dust
of desolation, knew that, alone with her love
of your music, her trust in silence
brought enough

bliss to last through an eternity of sweet words, consoling
solitudes, rich remembrances. The beat of your
drums became the beat of her
heart, and silence.







Copyright © 2000 Jan Haag
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Jan Haag may be reached via e-mail: jhaag@u.washington.edu





THE DEVAYANI POEMS


Cyberspace

Entertainment

Etruscan Goddess

Father

Feeding Frenzy

Gifts

India

Interstellar Space, 7/5/97

Khajuraho

Lung-gom-pas

Micro Paleontology

Nothing

Point of View, 7/5/97

Roots

Ryoanji

Silence, 1-17-98

Solstice, 12-21-97

Steady Drizzle

Two Tomatoes





BY JAN HAAG


POETRY + MUSIC + ESSAYS + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO



21st CENTURY ART, C.E. - B.C., A Context