A people in northern India is dying out
because their ancient tongue has no words for endearment.
I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what
we no longer can. Maybe the Etruscan
texts would finally explain why the couples on their tombs
are smiling. And maybe not. When the
thousands of mysterious Sumerian
tablets were translated, they seemed to be business records.
But what if they are poems or psalms?