Cluck: the energy of a nest rising through the hen giving birth to it as sound; the two are indistinguishable. The nest cups the hen; the hen fills and makes the nest. The result is clucking and eggs. This power was first noticed with chickens. When it was then observed among plants and their fruits, it became at once a cluster and a clutch, which is a hand’s grasp. In this way poetry is a force in the world. Only late did it get trapped in the words it laid.