It is not a word spoken,
Few words are said;
Nor even a look of the eyes
Nor a bend of the head,
But only a hush of the heart
That has too much to keep,
Only memories waking
That sleep so light a sleep.
It Is Not A Word
Analysis, meaning and summary of Sara Teasdale's poem It Is Not A Word
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The land of poetry is human heart .Mind receives information , but heart weighes and and reacts .There always remains a dumb poet within us , and whenever he finds reflection in the external world , it reacts .
The poem exhibits the true image of sense and feeling .I am in love with the poem .
Subrata Ray .Uliberia .West Bengal .India .
I think it is of unspeakable love. One that she has not spoken of outside of her soul.
I can’t say for sure, but I believe this poem speaks of love.