[Editor: This poem by Rex Ingamells was published in Gumtops (1935).]
Four Afghans sit in evening light,
With features dusked by turbans white,
But eyes like sun-glow I’ve seen smoulder
On a lonely desert boulder.
In circle, cross-legged, they converse,
With accents guttural and terse.
Unknowable are nomad faces
Till you haunt all desert places:
The same pent dreams glint there unknown
As on the eve-lit boulder-stone.
Earth brother, I must stranger be
To such fierce taciturnity.
Rex Ingamells. Gumtops, F. W. Preece & Sons, Adelaide, 1935, page 6
taciturnity = not talking or reluctant to talk; to be taciturn is to be reserved in speech, reticent to join in a conversation, or temperamentally inclined not to talk
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