And yet this self, containsTides, continents and stars―a myriad selves,Is small and solitary as one grass-bladePassed over by the windAmongst a myriad grasses on the prairie.
—Cecil Day-Lewis
A way of using words to say things which could not possibly be said in any other way, things which in a sense do not exist till they are born … in poetry.
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