They all said it right

Rimbaud said it right:

If I have any taste,
it is for hardly anything
but earth and stones.

Celan said it right:

It is the weight holding back the void
that would
accompany you.
Like you, it has no name. Perhaps
you two are one and the same. Perhaps
one day you also will call
me so.

Mandelstam said it right:

They stood on the uncomfortable ground
too, as on a donkey’s spine.
No word is better than another word,
the earth honks with metaphor.
Air kneaded thick as earth-
you can’t leave it, and it’s hard to get in.

They all said it right, and I’m afraid I can only say the wrong thing. I don’t want to bore you with my troubles but most times one operates according to an essential insufficiency of self for self.