Four of the roses were on fire.They stood up straight and pure on the stalk, gripping the dark like prophetsand howling colossal intimacies from the back of their fused throats.- XXVII. MITWELT
Anne Carson
Four of the roses were on fire.They stood up straight and pure on the stalk, gripping the dark like prophetsand howling colossal intimacies from the back of their fused throats.- XXVII. MITWELT