If I could hold this moment in my hands, I'd stop the world from moving

Has anyone ever noticed how difficult it is to say exactly what you want to say at exactly the right time?

I think that's why I enjoy poetry so much. I am constantly frustrated with not being able to express myself, verbally, in the way I desire. And when I read poetry, the boundaries of my words, the eloquence that is always out of reach dissipates. Language is no longer finite. I love stumbling across a poem and having its beauty completely blow my mind away. I love the quiet that surrounds me when I read a poem. I feel kind of like that American Beauty quote I posted earlier, how these words together it makes my heart ache because that is the only way my emotions can manifest themselves.

I came across this poem a couple days ago and it's been in the corner of my mind ever since. I first read Allen Ginsberg in high school and even then I recognized the hysterical beauty that he is able to convey but this poem knocked me over because it just gleamed, incandescently in my mind.

An Eastern Ballad

I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.
Perfect care has made her bleak.

I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.
I wake to see the world go wild.