Flowery Language

Flowers, Chatsworth 2012.
What is it in the blossom’s heart
that tears it open every day?
And how has it come to be in me?

— Kiyowara Fukuyaba (Japan 900 – 930).

Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.

— from James Wright, ‘A Blessing’ in Above the River: The Complete Poems and Selected Prose.

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

— from e.e. cummings ‘somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond’.

Lodged
The rain to the wind said,
‘You push and I’ll pelt’.
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged—though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.

— Robert Frost.

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud became more painful than the risk it took to blossom…

— Anaïs Nin.

[Flower image taken in Chatsworth Gardens, Derbyshire, September 2012.]

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