Language fails human emotion.
As someone who considers herself a writer (albeit not a very good one; I’m working on it!), I find this sentiment to be particularly true. I can never find the right words to describe something even as simple as a visual description; there are no words to communicate what one feels on a subjective level that all people who read one’s statement can also relate to in the same manner.
While we read poetry and grasp a general feeling for it, there is no way that we can ever feel the same way the poet felt when trying to get his own emotions down on paper. We can try to understand and come to a consensus about the general tone, such as melancholy, or apologetic, but the precise feeling is only ever felt by the poet. I think particularly of “A Broken Appointment.” Hardy’s universal theme, someone who has been “stood up” as we say, does well to get the reader in touch with that feeling. The reader feels something entirely their own after reading his poem, based on their own experiences – therefore, Hardy’s language has failed their emotions. Poets such as Hardy try and try to make their own feelings able to be felt through their poetry, but this will never happen. In any event, if we were all the same and were able to feel the same things, our existence would be slightly less meaningful.