License

I would like to own an author whom I read
Over and over, as if the words
Would become more vivid, truer every time
(The images grown sharper, the confusion of the descriptions
Clearing in the mind's execution
Of every scene with grace).

That is to say I would like to speak a language,
I would like to learn the tongue of a book --

What is false is just an expression
Of an idiom I don't understand

(But in this barrenness of appearances
Where everything is what it is
And nothing I can possess...).