An-Yi: (Sighing) You know, I'm lost. The private exultations of most poets are indecipherable.
Daiki: Perhaps the best way to understand poem is to envision it in terms of your own experience. You enjoy spring, right?
An-Yi: Yeah.
Daiki: And don't you sometimes feel giddy when surrounded by fragrant blossoms?
An-Yi: Sure. It's a typical reaction.
Daiki: Well, the rest of the poem is just filler: that feeling of freshness is all that counts.

Spring - a pictorial poem by T Newfields