A Poet Reflects

 … The world
Is the language we cannot utter.
Is it a language we can even hear?

Years pass, and at night you may dream-wake
To that old altitude, breath thinning again to glory,
While the heart, like a trout,
Leaps.  What,
Long ago, did the world try to say?

—Robert Penn Warren, from “Language Barrier” in Being Here: Poetry 1977-1980 (Random House, 1980)

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