antigonick:

“We are deprived through words of an authentic intimacy with what we are, or with what the Other is. We need poetry, not to regain this intimacy, which is impossible, but to remember that we miss it and to prove to ourselves the value of those moments when we are able to encounter other people, or trees, or anything, beyond words, in silence.”

— Yves Bonnefoy, from the interview “The Art of Poetry, No. 69,” The Paris Review (no. 131, Summer 1994)