I have been hunting again for the source of these lines:
I can say only this
That I can nothing say.
Cannot find it. Google draws a blank, the quotations websites also. Last one I looked at came up with thousands of instances of the word "say". Duh.
I am sure it was one of the Metaphysical Poets. Not Donne...not George Herbert...not Traherne.
Who got in trouble with the authorities?
I'd better give up looking. Last Google took a few seconds, and vague Google searches take a lot of energy.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure someone wrote it, and it wasn't me. A poet in the throes of censorship. Like a super-injunction, except with one of those, you can't even say it exists. Anyway, he said it, and it stayed said.
I had a patient once who confided important one fact to me. I am sure that for him or her to reveal that fact to his or her family would be therapeutic, but I am blocked.
It is a miserable thing to censor someone. It is an exercise of mental power. An attempt to control the mind of another.
The stupid thing is that censorship never works, and it always makes things worse. Like repression.
Whatever has happened, censorship compounds it. People can tell when censorship is about, they can read between the lines. Families can tell when a member has something on their mind and are not talking about it.
Death is a big taboo in our culture. Many people die surrounded with a wall of deceit. "You'll be all right Grampa, be out of here is a cou[le of days!" "Like hell I will, you liar. I'm dying, and everyone is pretending I'm not".
O bright wind, you cannot read, why do you turn my pages?
Another great poet wrote that. Not Li Po or Du Fu. Whoever it was, the word for Bright is Ming, and the Ming Emperor took his head off for writing those words.
But it was worth it, because his poetry lives on, and the only thing anyone can say about that Emperor is that he took off the head of one of the best poets in China.