There Is No Word A Poem by Tony Hoagland www.poetryfoundation.org what I already am thinking about is my gratitude for language— how it will stretch just so much and no farther; how there are some holes it will not cover up; how it will move, if not inside, then around the circumference of almost anything— how, over the years, it has given me back all the hours and days, all the plodding love and faith, all the misunderstandings and secrets I have willingly poured into it. languagewords
The Characteristics of Kogin An Essay from The Beauty of Everyday Things by Yanagi Sōetsu This is how time is forgottenThere is no kogin that can be called poor
This is how time is forgotten This is how time is forgotten; this is how work absorbs the hours and days. timeeuphony