Unsaid Poem by Dana Gioia

Unsaid

Rating: 3.1


So much of what we live goes on inside–
The diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches
Of unacknowledged love are no less real
For having passed unsaid. What we conceal
Is always more than what we dare confide.
Think of the letters that we write our dead.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 21 June 2017

Reminds me of the song SOME THINGS ARE BETTER LEFT UNSAID popularized by HALL and OATES...Thanks for posting.....

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Irish Rose 21 June 2017

A lot of common sense in this poem.

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Deva De Silva 22 January 2009

Hi Dana, You speak of secrets and untold sorrows... Again, great writing and an interesting analysis. Your poems are so heart-warming, glaringly true, and my absorption of their meaning comes naturally and harmoniously. I don't have to make an effort to follow your thoughts... How true you are! Deva

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Pranab K Chakraborty 21 June 2017

What we conceal Is always more than what we dare confide. Think of the letters that we write our dead. ................................. Magnificently unique. This first time perhaps I do feel the real exposure of 'Conceal' and 'Confide' by its difference of meaning. Extraordinarily different the poem. Fantastic choice for projecting by PH. Thanks.

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English Rose 21 June 2017

A n excellent poem. I enjoyed it.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 21 June 2017

Brilliant presentation. Meaningful and didactive. Thanks for sharing.

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Edward Kofi Louis 21 June 2017

Of grief! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Anil Kumar Panda 21 June 2017

Meaningful write. We can't always express our heart and mind before others. We go to our graves with so many secrets about ourselves and others. Nice and congrats.

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Dana Gioia

Dana Gioia

Hawthorne, California
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