“The leaves of the banana tree are large enough to cover a harp. When they are wind-broken, they remind me of the injured tail of a phoenix, and when they are torn, they remind me of a green fan ripped by the wind. ..
... The tree does bear flowers, but unlike other flowers, these have nothing gay about them. The big trunk of the tree is untouched by the axe, for it is utterly useless as building wood.
I love the tree, however, for its very uselessness …
I sit underneath it and enjoy the wind and rain that blow against it.”