An-Yi: (Sighing) You know, I'm lost. The private exultations of most poets seem 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 sometimes feel almost giddy when surrounded by fragrant blossoms, right?
An-Yi: Sure. It's a fairly typical reaction.
Daiki: The rest of the poem is just filler: that feeling of freshness is all that counts.

Spring - a pictorial poem by T Newfields