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Say No More<\/strong><\/p>\n I intended to say we share words as well, More like that Sunday magazine article I asked her if she ever had<\/em> You might have said we are forever tossing That we are approaching the moment I intended to say we share words as well, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Kenneth Salzmann<\/strong> lives in Woodstock, NY, and Ajijic, Mexico. His poetry has appeared in Riverine: An Anthology of Hudson Valley Writers, Beloved on the Earth: 150 Poems of Grief and Gratitude, Rattle, The Comstock Review, and elsewhere.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Say No More I intended to say we share words as well, although it takes just two of us and a common language to articulate a tower. More like that Sunday magazine article On dying languages in Patagonia Than we care to say: I asked her if she ever had a conversation […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10222","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10222","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10222"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10222\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10224,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10222\/revisions\/10224"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10222"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10222"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10222"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nalthough it takes just two of us and a common language
\nto articulate a tower.<\/p>\n
\nOn dying languages in Patagonia
\nThan we care to say:<\/p>\n
\na conversation with the only other person<\/em>
\nin the world who [spoke <\/em>Yaghan].<\/em>
\nNo, Emelinda said impatiently,<\/em>
\nthe two of us don’t talk.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nsound about in places where ideas are gathered
\nthen drummed into senselessness.<\/p>\n
\nwhen we will sit at a caf\u00e9 table
\ntelling secrets but speaking in tongues.<\/p>\n
\nand the speechlessness of aged Yaghan women
\nhoarding icy words in a land of fire.<\/p>\n