“The face of the night will be an old wound that reopens each evening, impassive and living. The distant silence will ache like a soul, mute, in the dark. We'll speak to the night as it's whispering softly.” SoulFacesNightSpeakDarkSilenceWoundsEveningAcheWhisperingMuteOld Wounds Book:Disaffections: complete poems 1930-1950 Source: Disaffections: complete poems 1930-1950