If the poem’s language isn’t adequate for its subject, it isn’t poem; the subject eludes it, or we read only among its ruins. On the other hand, if the poem depends too much on language, it isn’t poem either. The poem must always transcend its language, and not be entangled in the language’s endless play of meaning. That infinite regress is the curse laid upon the mind’s hubris that denies spirit and mystery.
What is fixed in the poem is not meaning, as in interpretation, but a meaningfulness that, for one thrilling moment, is all of life for one human being – the very sensation of living, of being real to oneself, with all that lives. That one human being is the poet only, but he opens that meaningfulness to all the poem’s readers.
– Gemino Abad (High Chair Free Association: What are poets for?)