"Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight,
that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light.
It was what I was born for - to look, to listen, to lose myself
inside this soft world -
to instruct myself over and over in joy, and acclamation.
Nor am I talking about the exceptional, the fearful, the dreadful, the very
the very drab,
the daily presentations.
A group of children were having an art lesson.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help but grow wise with such