"I dream on words and lick them
And wonder how old they are
And who created them
When they were only grunts and groans?
Sometimes I’d rather grunt than talk
Because words belong to someone else.
My grunts are my own …"
And wonder how old they are
And who created them
When they were only grunts and groans?
Sometimes I’d rather grunt than talk
Because words belong to someone else.
My grunts are my own …"
— James Kavanaugh in the poem, “I Dream on Words” from the collection There Are Men to Gentle to Live Among Wolves.
