...if you do not even understand what words say, how can you expect to pass judgement on what words conceal?
War is a fevered god who takes alike maiden and king and clod.
Dance until the earth dance.
Until it seems the whole city will be covered with gold pollen shaken from the bell-towers, lilies plundered with the weight of massive bees . . .
O do not weep, she says, for ages past I was and I endure
She did not look at the daffodils. They didn't mean anything. She looked at the daffodils. She said, 'Thank you for the daffodils.