… 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,
Long ago, did the world try to say?
—Robert Penn Warren, from “Language Barrier” in Being Here: Poetry 1977-1980 (Random House, 1980)