There's a black rose growing in your garden.
She did not look at the daffodils. They didn't mean anything. She looked at the daffodils. She said, 'Thank you for the daffodils.
O do not weep, she says, for ages past I was and I endure
The whole white world is ours.
Words were her plague and words were her redemption.
...if you do not even understand what words say, how can you expect to pass judgement on what words conceal?