Spring Break.  I'm having trouble getting rid of all my library books.  I am not reading them, hoarding them.  I think I might read them:  I will read them someday.  I open them and consider which to take back.  Surely, not this one.  I have notes in it.  Unfinished business.  I had ideas to yet think with this one.  Definitely not this one.  Look, there's a great random passage, if I take it back, I lose that.
 
Glean it and let it go:

The Heritage of Symbolism C.M. Bowra

". . . and that what matters is the instinctive joy of life symbolised by the chestnut-tree in blossom and the body swayed to music.  Philosophy may hold out consolations to the poet, but in the end he rejects them and goes back to life" (212).  ( Regarding Yeats)

I had it because it was one of Merrill's books he read.

Chestnut-tree
blossom
swayed
consolations
goes back

life.