The Poet's Conceit

Is that his words can adequately (or greater still) express/convey/impress/display that perfect/imperfect moment (of existence)-- against all evidence contrariwise. Is that her words are better than that moment (if another had chanced upon it)-- that everything is brighter/darker/deeper/taller (but in no way caricature, excepting when truth demands it). For poetry, she says, is a demanding Truth. Is that their words may live on longer than their still-coiled mortality, be praised (and justly so) unto seven generations— and that in doing so they (they) would have meaning.