Neighbours by Walter de la Mare

This text is an incredibly complex and sophisticated obsession with two elderly ladies’ obsessions with outdoing each other by dint of the rarity and beauty of the flowers in their neighbouring gardens. A lengthy feud until one suddenly notices in the other’s garden “flaccid, nidnodding buds on blight-enfeebled stalks.” — invoking perhaps “an excuse to give up, to surrender, to turn over a new leaf.”
Or simply an emptying of the purpose in life itself … until one takes wild flowers to the other’s grave?

“What are flowers, their beauty passed away, their sweetness gone?”


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