Patricia Hampl is an American memoirist.
Morning Rituals
Four of us sit silently, almost comfortably
around a varnished table, sipping tea—
an unknown herbal kind, the one mom
bought from the nearby Ayurvedic shop—
sipping slowly, cupping our hands
around the ceramic cups, gauzing
the warmth inside. I dream of parijat flowers,
pastel white falling throughout this morning.
Perhaps I am wrong about the fall.
I dream of heartbroken flowers, falling
from different heights—the same Patricia saw
some forty years ago. In this melancholy house,
I am one of those flowers, falling off
the teapot into the cup.
Yayāti
Note: In her essay, “Look at a Teacup,” Patricia Hampl explored the mother-daughter relationship in a post-WWII America by using the imagery of ‘falling flowers’ to represent the fall of humanity.
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Written on 2019-10-19 at 17:22




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