Have learned a new word today. Ocarina. From this Anna Akhmatova poem:
The sky's dark blue lacquer has dimmed,
And louder the song of the ocarina.
It's only a little pipe of clay,
There's no reason for it to complain.
Who told it all my sins,
And why is it absolving me?...
Or is this a voice repeating
Your latest poems to me?
It’s an amazing thing with an amazing shape and an amazing purpose. The depth of language never fails to astound me. It will be perhaps on my deathbed that I will finally stop lamenting at not knowing all the words because by then I won’t care.