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By Jack Joseph Smith

Shout Still is a diamond It has crossed you Sleek as any fur It has blemished: Far as you can see It depends on where you stand Mountains change like toys for us We will control seasons as thought Out in the middle of the ocean we won't scream or be loud When their is trouble Let us be quiet

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Shout shifts from proclamation into restraint, moving through brightness, scale, and control before ending in a vow of quiet during trouble.

The title suggests noise, but the poem resolves in silence. That reversal matters: it makes grandeur, oceans, and mountains seem less like occasions for domination than reminders of how little screaming accomplishes.