FLOWERS achieve their own floweriness and it is a
miracle.
Men don’t
achieve their own manhood, alas, oh alas!
alas!
All I want of you, men and women,
all I want of you
is that you shall achieve your
beauty
as the
flowers do.
Oh leave off saying I want you to be
savages.
Tell me, is
the gentian savage, at the top of its coarse stem?
Oh what in you can answer to
this blueness?
...
as the gentian and the daffodil. . . .
Tell me! tell me! is there in you a beauty to
compare
to the
honeysuckle at evening now
pouring out his breath.