O see-saws! O Lilies!
Enemas of silver!
Disdainful of labours,
disdainful of famines!
Dawn fills you with
a [wound-searching,] cleansing love!
A heavenly sweetness
butters your stamens!
Armand Silvestre
Share this Poem:
Quotes of the Day
There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.
by Victoria ChangThe birds come back
but they don’t tell us stories.
Their wings remember nothing,
are never knowledge.
We don’t remember our birth,
when a mother dies, it’s gone.