Your daughter is reading to you fr...

Your daughter is reading to you from one side of to the other and over again Wordsworth's "The Daffodils," her lips at your ear. She wants you to know what a religious girl you have been. You are in such a manner good at joined-up writing the page you Have filled with your knowledge is completely black. Your hand presse her hand in replication to rhyme words. She wants you to inflect away from the wooden desk Before you die, and turn the thoughts out of the classroom window Where all the available space is filled with daffodils.