All week my neighbors have been asking what happened to the rooster. They all liked hearing his crow and notice its absence. The silence has been very loud. I found this wonderful poem by the Brazilian, João Cabral de Melo Neto, a poet I don’t know, translated by Galway Kinnell, a poet I admire greatly.
Weaving the Morning
One rooster does not weave a morning,
he will always need the other roosters, Continue reading “What is the sound of no rooster crowing?”