Wordsworth saw his daffodils through yellow-tinted glasses.
Beautiful masses of yellow heads,
Dancing in the glades to the water's edge.
His eyes reflected the beauty of nature,
But they were blind to its cruelty.
Where is the spider's web bringing death to the unwary-
And its young in turn facing death from ichneumon's larvae?
The world has breathtaking beauty,
But everywhere this is balanced with its dangers.
Do not be fooled by Nature's loveliness.
Man appears immortal.
He thinks his reign is timeless.
He basks in this illusion.
But the past does not support this folly.
As Homo sapiens waited for their time,
So others are now in wait,
Just waiting for the next inevitable disaster.
(T.E.T 1972)
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