Kismet

Equal to the natural wonder and the natural enough wonder at the wonder of that. A life without closure except that the poem insists on instances of that… It’s light and touched and no dark reason comes out of it. Only the stuff that make a spring start up in spring… There’s only resilient beauty. And no derision anywhere. Not a spot of it. This is the poetry of culture. It lets civilization sleep… Botherless daily lilies. — Alan Davies