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The Forgotten Dialect Of The Heart

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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
to which nation. French has no word for home,
and we have no word for strict pleasure. A people
in northern India is dying out because their ancient
tongue has no words for endearment. I dream of lost
vocabularies that might express some of what
we no longer can. Maybe the Etruscan texts would

finally explain why the couples on their tombs
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DOUG ANDERSON 12 July 2018

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.

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Gwendolen Salvail 12 October 2009

Absolutly beautiful... He makes it sound like language and words are a kind of magic we haven't fully grasped yet. I love it.

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