David Dephy

David Dephy is a trilingual Georgian/American poet, novelist, essayist, multimedia artist. An active participant in the American and international poetry and artistic scenes, such as PEN World Voices, 92Y Poetry Center, Voices of Poetry, Long Island Poetry Listings, New York Public Library, Starr Bar Poetry Series, Columbia University – School of the Arts in the City of New York, Bowery Poetry Club which named him a Literature Luminary. His poetry has been published in USA and all over the world by the many literary magazines. He lives and works in New York City.



The Autumn’s Silent Consent



Sitting in the Central Park in New York City I am

breathing alone with the trees and I feel the fall in me.

The fall’s silence is transparent, I think fall is my best friend.

Who are we dear friend, can you tell me who we are? I only

know that no one can make me feel insulted without my consent,

no one can make me feel alone without my consent, my silent

consent. Yet, I only know that it’s better to remain silent and

be like the air everywhere, than to talk. “Words are very unnecessary…” 

do you remember? Yes you do of course and yet we know our time—

there are so many delights and risks, it’s always better to remain silent.

Yes it’s better at the risk of being thought a fool, than to talk and remove

all the ugliness or beauty of it, remove all the devotion or dubious

honesty of it, called the questionable advantage of our time, where

sleepless fools are still waiting for the miracles at dawn and

every wise man knows himself to be a great but fool, to be

a favorite of the moon. When I am looking up, I see

that lilac shadow of the whole universe where our silent

consent pushes us beyond our limits, I see — we will all

get out of here alive, a second lasts longer then a millennium.