How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,
and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say,
God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the words
get it all wrong. We say bread and it means according
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Absolutly beautiful... He makes it sound like language and words are a kind of magic we haven't fully grasped yet. I love it.
Errors in the transcription of the poem: in line four, there is no all in front of wrong. In the penultimate line, language is misspelled.