She did not look at the daffodils. They didn't mean anything. She looked at the daffodils. She said, 'Thank you for the daffodils.
...if you do not even understand what words say, how can you expect to pass judgement on what words conceal?
Dance until the earth dance.
War is a fevered god who takes alike maiden and king and clod.
Words were her plague and words were her redemption.
The laying of fish on the embers, the taste of the fish, the feel of the texture of bread, the round and the half-loaf, the grain of a petal, the rain-bow and the rain.