Our sense of these things changes and they change,

Not as in metaphor, but in our sense

Of them. So sense exceeds all metaphor.

 

It exceeds the heavy changes of the light.

It is like a flow of meanings with no speech

And of as many meanings as of men.

 

We are two that use these roses as we are,

In seeing them. This is what makes them seem

So far beyond the rhetorician’s touch.

 

Wallace Stevens, Bouquet of roses in sunlight