"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....."
(excerpt from "Tulips" by Sylvia Plath)
This via Buzzfeed via Brain Pickings. Sylvia Plath reading her poem "Tulips".
I did not realize she was also an artist.