Author Archibald MacLeish How shall we have speech? The water cries all night upon the beach — How understand? The wind calls all day long across the land — How hear With the listening of the earth so near? Must we be deaf, be dumb Till the silence come? Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments