When it lovingly turns its face to the sun it blanches
and fades, but in the end it is swarthy and rich
“When the sunflower fell in love with the
sun, all the other plants died laughing. ‘The
sun never budges from his throne in the sky,’
they all said together. ‘He is mighty and
unapproachable. Why should he spare a glance for
you? Give up this folly.’ The sunflower didn’t
say a word, just fixed her loving eyes on the sun
and gazed with longing.
For a long time the sun didn’t notice anything,
but finally one day he felt this gaze upon him.
At first he thought it was a passing fancy, but
in time he realized he had been mistaken. The sunflower
was so stubborn that wherever he moved his throne
she tirelessly turned her face in that direction.
So it went until one afternoon, fed up with this
constant pursuit, the sun turned his yellow wrath
on the sunflower and scorched her. While the black
smoke was still curling upwards, people came thronging
to the scene. ‘Wonderful!’ one of them
said, ‘Now we’ll be able to nibble this