I love forms beyond my own, and regret the borders between us.
All myth is an enriched pattern,
a two-faced proposition,
allowing its operator to say one thing and mean another, to lead a double life.
Hence the notion found early in ancient thought that all poets are liars.
And from the true lies of poetry
trickled out a question.
What really connects words and things?
—Anne Carson, The Beauty of the Husband: A Fictional Essay in 29 Tangos