Perks of Being a Tall Flower

“I drink the words you whisper in the dark…”

“Their hands and fingers move like dragonflies, hummingbirds, like sea anemones, like fluttering leaves.”

“It feels like rain. And it feels like the rain will feel like love.”

“Promise you’ll remember me, promise you’ll remember my face and everything. Will you promise?”

“There is nothing purely human, the vegetal exists in all that is human, and the tree is at the origin of all experience.”

“You come home, make some tea, sit down in your armchair and all around there’s silence. Everyone decides for themselves whether that’s loneliness or freedom.”

“But to be a poet — that is, to aspire to the grace of pain — however obscurely, means not to lie. Let us, therefore, then also validate that other reality, the blacker one of primordial poetry. Let us be where water flows and a tree grows, where there’s no conflict, where snakes make us dream and touch the deeper layers of integration. We must be intimate with ourselves, we must uncover the earth in us, the icy wall of eternal ecstasy, where stones live out their colours like washed-up petrified breaths of whales.”

“Every moment is a poem if you hold it right.”