“What always happens, when one studies a language, happened. Each one of the words stood out as though it had been carved, as though it were a talisman. For that reason the poems of a foreign language have a prestige they do not enjoy in their own language, for one hears, one sees, each of the words individually. We think of the beauty, of the power, or simply of the strangeness of them.”
Says Jorge Luis Borges in an essay on going blind (and learning languages).