Sweeter than the flesh of tart apples to children, the green water penetrates my wooden hull.


'Le Bâteau ivre' (1883)


Sweeter than the flesh of tart apples to children, the green water penetrates my wooden hull.

Sweeter than the flesh of tart apples to children, the green water penetrates my wooden hull.

Sweeter than the flesh of tart apples to children, the green water penetrates my wooden hull.

Sweeter than the flesh of tart apples to children, the green water penetrates my wooden hull.