Nujxameu (Draft 1)


When the flower is fresh,
beautiful in the ground

enjoy its perfume, but
do not pluck it like a string
or pick it out into a vase, just

let its seeds be made with
the pollen of destiny, for
the bee is only the matchmaker,
not the lover; behold the lure, but

He, the pollen grain is the
the Prince from afar.

— Douglas Gilbert