Jun 5, 2019
There is no word
what I already am thinking about is my gratitude for language— how it will stretch just so much and no farther;
how there are some holes it will not cover up; how it will move, if not inside, then around the circumference of almost anything—
how, over the years, it has given me back all the hours and days, all the plodding love and faith, all the
misunderstandings and secrets I have willingly poured into it.
Tony Hoagland, from “There is No Word” (Poetry Magazine, July/August 2012)