News at Eleven: Then it arrived whole, in Latin:

Pater noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. She [Marie Ponsot] tried to translate the Latin to English, to reverse-engineer her memory, like a computer hacking itself. "It was getting sticky, until all of a sudden it popped into my head," she said. "In English."

Last week, back in her apartment on the Upper East Side, Ms. Ponsot had help in her hunt for syntax, a tool more fundamental to human existence than the wheel: a rotating group of poets who come to read and talk with her.

from The New York Times: Marie Ponsot, the Poet, Hunts for Language Lost

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