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The Acer and the Agapanthus<br />
The Acer can be underlit. Acer leaves, shaken, frilled by the wind, sing<br />
dancing movements, lightly tossing delicate leaf-hands, turning and overturning,<br />
this way and that, this way and that, showing different hues,<br />
green, maroon, amber, lime, the crimson and gold of medieval beechwoods.<br />
Ever at play. At the touch of the sun’s rays, there’s a theatre of<br />
colour, a tossed head of colour, a thrown head-dress of colour. Come and<br />
play! they cry to the Agapanthus. But the Agapanthus hunkers, clenches<br />
bent leaves close to its centre. Waxy and crouched, it holds its leaves’ dull<br />
gleam at spider-leg angles. Its green absorbs the sun. It can’t be seenthrough.<br />
It does not, will not, play with the wind. It sends forth just one<br />
strong stem which soars out, a swan-neck and head, a green head-veil, a<br />
gauze film wrapped tight round its jaw as if it has toothache. Its neck is so<br />
slender, its oval cheek so smooth, like a horse’s cheek, curved and full. It<br />
holds its head high but it is exposed to the space around it, to the air and<br />
light and people and noise, at the mercy of these currents. It could be cut<br />
with a swipe, one swipe, beheaded, dead-headed. Now, just before it<br />
bursts into flower, you could laugh and say, it has a sock-puppet head, a<br />
muppet head, that Agapanthus. But you would be wrong, for it persists.<br />
There is nothing so stubborn to be born.<br />
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