We are spirit, just as
words are, and we are what we see, experience and read just as much as what
we are in terms of our DNA. I suppose one could say our language is the DNA
of our spirit, though that may be too poetical. Sue
Sue, give us the poem. And it is more than the words, but the sheer number
and from so many sources. A poem written in mostly anglo-saxon words has a
different flavor than one full of Latin origins, though they may say the
same thing. And an anglo-saxon with a sprinkling of Latin a different
flavoring yet.
And the borrowings...from every other language. Perhaps more on this side
of the pond than the other, but that is hard to say. I was trying to
explain grill as in cook meat to a French speaker and settled on barbeque
and hibachi, both borrows.
Use them all, use them all.
Thanks.
Gary
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Poets for Peace. ˇPoemas sí, balas no!
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