A Flowering Tree And Me

Arthur Hacker, Contemplation (1858-1919)

“How dare you say such a thing! You are just a flower, not a woman. You can’t have any idea what it is like to be flesh and blood like me, to feel passion and pain so intense you think you will die from it. So shut up! Do not speak in fragrant whispers of the moonlight you bathed in last night. I am like twisted wire with all my nerves on edge and you are full of sap and green; how could you know a thing about being me?”

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