The personal vocabulary, the individual melody whose metre is one's biography, joins in that sound, with any luck, and the body moves like a walking, a waking island.
The mirror is believed the way a poem is believed. It's believed because it's there.
The poem is itself a mirror.
The classics can console. But not enough.
The future happens. No matter how much we scream.
When you get a class reciting some great poems, it'll tear your heart out.