Words
as slippery as smooth grapes,
words exploding in the light
like dormant seeds waiting
in the vaults of vocabulary,
alive again, and giving life:
once again the heart distills them.
-Pablo Neruda, poet and diplomat (1904-1973)
Given as the thought of the day at A Word a Day. Will have to track down the source to see whether this is a fragment or a complete citation.