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John Scowcroft
Grade 12
The Browning School
Teacher: Kevin Lane Dearinger
Sound and Fury
Every morning, I awake to the clamor
Of my bedside clock, with its piercing cries of “Sleep no more!”
And, as the sun rises, so does the volume of the world.
Clattering kitchens, blasting horns,
The inevitable “Taxi! Taxi!”
Dogs barking,
The subway and the bus, as if in contest, roaring at top speed,
Until both are brought to a screeching stop,
Car radios pulsating, pounding,
The tiny, tinny wailing from someone else’s headphones,
And so many people babbling about nothing,
Overwhelm my mind,
Destroying the tranquility of slumber.
And yet, and night, when all is said and done,
(But mostly said)
And my mind begins to drift away,
The sound of traffic, once a dreadful din,
Is not unlike the seashore.
It ebbs and flows,
Sending my mind to some distant paradise.
The airplane overhead, whose grumble was once grating,
Becomes the same warm jet that has lulled me to sleep on many a long, weary flight.
And that same power that murdered sleep
Restores it, even sweeter then before,
And beckons me into its blissful silence.
