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April is National Poetry Month, and the Academy of American Poets will send you daily poetry when you join their Poem-a-Day mailing list (you know you need it: go).

Today's poem resonated with me, profoundly:

Language
by W. S. Merwin

Certain words now in our knowledge we will not use again, and we will never forget them. We need them. Like the back of the picture. Like our marrow, and the color in our veins. We shine the lantern of our sleep on them, to make sure, and there they are, trembling already for the day of witness. They will be buried with us, and rise with the rest.