“if I could have caught up from the earth,
the whole of the flowers of the earth,
if once I could have breathed into myself
the very golden crocuses
and the red,
and the very golden hearts of the first saffron,
the whole of the golden mass,
the whole of the great fragrance,
I could have dared the loss.

— H.D., from “Eurydice,” Collected Poems 1912-1944 (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1982)”