Wisteria

From the plum tree

From the plum tree

From the plum tree

I wanted love to grow back, like the grass when it’s mown down. To grow differently, if need be, like children’s teeth, like hair, like fingernails. To spring up at will, wild and untended. The chill of the sheets made me shudder, and so did the warmth that followed when I lay down.
- The Land of Green Plums
Herta Muller