So for the mother’s sake the child was dear, And dearer was the mother for the child. - Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The artist must imitate that which is within the thing, that which is active through form and figure, and discourses to us by symbols.

What if you slept
And what if
In your sleep
You dreamed
And what if
In your dream
You went to heaven
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if
When you awoke
You had that flower in your hand
Ah, what then?

’Tis a month before the month of May, And the spring comes slowly up this way.