Then what is it I am?
To make of what I mean?
What words will take it down
Through the disputed realm
Where you and I across
An oblique imperative
Meet one another’s loss?
Let that fierce statute give
Us new authority
Which takes away our claim
To saying what we mean:
Like the two limbs of a cross
Your words, my answers lie
Together in the place
Where all our meanings die.
From: Schmidt, Michael (ed.), The Harvill Book of 20th Century Poetry in English, 2003, The Harvill Press: London, p. 463.
(https://books.google.com.au/books?id=Atnljg2r0K8C)
Date: 1957
By: Burns Singer (James Hyman Singer) (1928-1964)