“America, the plum blossoms are falling.”
“Describe plum-blossoms?Better than my verses...whiteWordless Butterflies”
“Let us go, then, exploring, this summer morning, when all are adoring the plum blossom and the bee.”
“Fall in love with a dog's bum,And thou'll think it pretty as a plum.”
“...the blossom of our family, like one of those miraculous fruit trees that taps into an invisible vein of nurture and bears radiant bushels of plums while the trees around it merely go on living.”
“She decides to make a list of the things that make her happy. She writes 'plum-blossom' at the top of a piece of paper. Then she stares at the paper, unable to think of anything else. Eventually it begins to get dark.”