It has been years since I bought white flowers, but now you have, and here they are again. I was carrying your flowers and a coffee cup and a soft yellow handbag and a book of poems by a Chinese poet in which I had just read the words come or go. But don't just stand there in the doorway as usual. I was carrying too many things. You would have laughed if you saw me
Deborah Pardes
@DBPardes · 2:24
And flowers are such a great symbol of sort of a dark lightness in that same way because we cut the life short of a flower when we cut it and we present it. We want to nature it and we want to show, I fucking love you. Here's flowers. But then they die. And it's that bizarre gift that doesn't last. And it's saying in this moment, please be alive with me
I really loved your interpretation of this poem and particularly your meditation on flowers and what they mean and in particular, the way in which they in their giving so often are an indication or a message of love. And yet, as you say, they're going to die, and they're going to die soon. And so, without even our thinking about it, they also include that message of the brevity and temporality of love and also of life