مجانين هم الذين يرقصون بالنسبة للذين لا يستطيعون سماع صوت الموسيقى
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She thrust herself at life, a honeybee
thorax-deep in each quivering corolla;
flew pollen-spangled each day back to the hive.
She was willing, too, to go with what might happen
like seeds of roadside grass on Fortune's scarf---
bourne off to be sown elsewhere, and grow new.
---Elise Partridge
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