I am scornful and scowling, compassionate, meek;
I am light, I am dark, I am strong, I am weak.
I’m piercing and clean, I am heavy and dull;
Expressive and languid, contracted and full.
I’m a globe and a mirror, a window, a door,
An index, an organ, and fifty things more.
I belong to all animals under the sun,
And to those who were long understood to have none.
My language is plain, though it can not be heard,
And I speak without even pronouncing a word.