What is oration --? To the speechless
As poet the pallet's still whet,
a quill in hand, her word reaches,
surely the rebel is not dead.
Some thought -- lost was the speechless
And must now beseech her pardon ...
The Artist, lent voice through their eyes
As silent oration un-guised
Traveling in painted words for them,
Reaching the core, feeding it;
Her pages spoke in volumes heard,
Another mind opens and turned
The canto is quite atractive,
in comparison's blended prose
Within hearts, as kinships now rose...