And there were other ladies like flowers strayed from the beds, anemones, and strange fritillaries freaked with jet, and certain straight tulips, tawny as sunset clasped by stiff green spikes, all kinds of flowers indeed, whose voices chimed like petals floating and kissing in air; or creaked, as fresh tulip leaves creak when rubbed together, so that you long to crush the juice out of them.
Friendships Gallery (1907)
Rpt. in Twentieth Century Literature 25.3/4 (Autumn-Winter 1979)
282-3.
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