"I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can."
"Are the angels of her bed the angels who come near me alone in mine? Are the green trees in her window the color is see in ripe plums? If she always sees backward and upside down without knowing it what chance do we have? I am haunted by the feeling that she is saying melting lords of death, avalanches, rivers and moments of passing through, And I am replying, "Yes, yes. Shoes and pudding."
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Source: Jack Gilbert (2012). “Collected Poems”, p.218, Knopf
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