Speechless

I am speechless. What is the adjective to describe this feeling that keeps courageously loving even after this kind of loss?  For the breath freely given, even as it is appropriated & commodified?  What are the words for the durable prayer that binds intention to up-end this old story of language theft ?  There must be hardier words for a bigger love required for this time.


Poem: "Losing a Language" by W.S. Merwin, from The Rain in the Trees. © Alfred A. Knopf,

Losing a Language

A breath leaves the sentences and does not come back
yet the old still remember something that they could say

but they know now that such things are no longer believed
and the young have fewer words

many of the things the words were about
no longer exist

the noun for standing in mist by a haunted tree
the verb for I

the children will not repeat
the phrases their parents speak

somebody has persuaded them
that it is better to say everything differently

so that they can be admired somewhere
farther and farther away

where nothing that is here is known
we have little to say to each other

we are wrong and dark
in the eyes of the new owners

the radio is incomprehensible
the day is glass

when there is a voice at the door it is foreign
everywhere instead of a name there is a lie

nobody has seen it happening
nobody remembers

this is what the words were made
to prophesy

here are the extinct feathers
here is the rain we saw