" WHAT IS A POEM?
Such slight changes in air pressure,
Tongue and palate,
And the difference in teeth.
Transparent words.
Why do I want to say ochre,
Or what is green-yellow?
The sisters of those leaves on the ground
Still lisp on the branches.
Why do I want to imitate them?
Having come this far
With a handful of alphabet,
I am forces,
With these few blocks,
To invent the universe. "
― Ruth Stone , Essential Ruth Stone