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{SPEAKER name="Ella Mae Lentz/Shirley Schultz (interpreter)"}
The uh... next thing- when I finished college I became more and more aware
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that our language was truly a language and had its own rules. It fascinated me.
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So I started writing poetry in sign language.
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But before that, I went into that farther, I decided to try
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comparing the visual world and the sound world- the "World of Sound"
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So I wrote this poem called "Eye Music", which is about telephone wires.
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I know it's here somewhere
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I lost it.
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[[reading from "Eye Music"]] The eye music of the telephone wires, with music sheets,
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With lines that rise and quiver, sway and lower, along with the passing of space and time
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No ears needed to hear, nor any instruments to play
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Ears are the eyes- and eyes are the ears, and the piano and flute are the wires, and the occasional pole is the drum
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Here is one bold, wandering wire- and now here are five dancing high and low in turns
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With the rhythm of the poles
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Five-
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Five disappearing into one again, and then a crowd
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Overlapping quickly and then slowly, (I missed it) so beautiful to the eye and heart
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One wonders what happens inside.
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