“Describe plum-blossoms?Better than my verses...whiteWordless Butterflies”

“America, the plum blossoms are falling.”

“I am a butterfly poetbirthed from painflying with the freedomof my verses.”

“Let us go, then, exploring, this summer morning, when all are adoring the plum blossom and the bee.”

“Bruno, my old faithful. I haven't sufficiently described him. Is it enough to say he is indescribable? No. Better to try and fail than not to try at all.”

“...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.”

“I took my better nature out, drowned it in a babbling stream/took the blossom of my youth and blew it all to smithereens.”