It is rare nowadays to find an initiative that can take root in both the earth and the imagination at the same time—one that cultivates not only the garden, but also that ancient, slowly fading connection between man, literature, and nature. Together with literary translator and ornamental gardener Eszter Orbán, I have translated Dezső Kosztolányi’s poem, I Dream of Colored Inks Now, into the language of the garden. The Rivers of Color and the abstract swing add yet another layer to the enjoyment of the poem."