When I went to Wollam Gardens in search of flowers I was hunting for those blossoms that were hinting at Spring for a much needed dose of hope.
As if the purpose
Of beauty
Was to hurt me more alive.
Gregory Orr, from “Certain poems offer me … ,” The Last Love Poem I Will Ever Write (W. W. Norton & Co., 2019)
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I love this vase, the sprig of quince, against that marvelous backdrop—makes me think of a warm, windy, spring rain.