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There is always that in poetry
which will not be grasped, 

which cannot be described, 

which survives our ardent attention, 

our critical theories, 

our late-night arguments. 

There is always 

(I am quoting the poet/translator Américo Ferrari) 

"an unspeakable where, perhaps, 

the nucleus of the living relation 

between the poem and the world resides".

~ Adrienne Rich