Poets often talk about the inadequacy of poetry, or language, to capture a moment. For example, there is a time of day when the late afternoon light come across the sky very low and strong and illuminates leaves and fruit on trees so that you can no longer tell where the light ends and the object begins. In these moments there is no way of replicating the sensation in words. As Mary Oliver said of a heron she saw rising over blackwater, "He is exactly the poem I wanted to write."
We still have ideals
We still have ideals
We still have ideals
Poets often talk about the inadequacy of poetry, or language, to capture a moment. For example, there is a time of day when the late afternoon light come across the sky very low and strong and illuminates leaves and fruit on trees so that you can no longer tell where the light ends and the object begins. In these moments there is no way of replicating the sensation in words. As Mary Oliver said of a heron she saw rising over blackwater, "He is exactly the poem I wanted to write."