Uploaded on April 9, 2012
Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower?
But I could never sell.
If you would like to borrow
Until the daffodil
Unties her yellow bonnet
Beneath the village door,
Until the bees, from clover rows
Their hock and sherry draw,
Why, I will lend until just then,
But not an hour more!
—Emily Dickinson
Collected Poems
04.09.2024: I’ve not yet seen any such buds this year.