The Answer, by Carl Sandburg

The Answer

You have spoken the answer.A child searches far sometimesInto the red dust                       On a dark rose leafAnd so you have gone far                       For the answer is:                                           Silence.   In the republicOf the winking stars                       and spent cataclysmsSure we are it is off there the answer is hidden and folded over,Sleeping in the sun, careless whether it is Sunday or any other    day of the week,Knowing silence will bring all one way or another.Have we not seenPurple of the pansy            out of the mulch            and mold            crawl            into a dusk            of velvet?            blur of yellow?Almost we thought from nowhere but it was the silence,            the future,            working. - Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg