My Favorite Poem

...From LIT 358 Latin American Literature (Translated) "Before Names" I don't care about the word, that commonplace. What I want is the grand chaos that spins out syntax, the obscure birthplace of "of," "otherwise," "nevertheless," and "how," all those inscrutable crutches I walk on. Who understands language understands God, Whose Son is the Word. It kills you to understand. Words only hide something deeper, deaf and dumb, something invented to be silenced. In moments of grace, rare as they are, you'll be able to snatch it out: a live fish in your bare hand. Pure terror. by Adelia Prado of Brazil