The air was calm enough

Of course! Essential tulip-ness can also be expressed through poetry. Found this one by chance today:

“Before they came the air was calm enough,
Coming and going, breath by breath, without any fuss.
Then the tulips filled it up like a loud noise.
Now the air snags and eddies round them the way a river
snags and eddies round a sunken rust-red engine.
They concentrate my attention, that was happy
Playing and resting without committing itself.”

– from “Tulips,”
by Sylvia Plath [link]

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