I was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. - Wallace Stevens

One must read poetry with one's nerves.

the lion sleeps in the sun.
its nose on its paws.
it can kill a man.

That I may reduce the monster to Myself, and then may be myself In face of the monster, be more than part Of it, more than the monstrous player of One of its monstrous lutes, not be Alone, but reduce the monster and be, Two things, the two together as one, And play of the monster and of myself, Or better not of myself at all, But of that as its intelligence, Being the lion in the lute Before the lion locked in stone.