To every man who struggles with his own soul in mystery, a book that is a book flowers once, and seeds, and is gone.


A selection from Phoenix (ed. 1971)


To every man who struggles with his own soul in mystery, a book that is a book flowers once, and seeds, and is gone.

To every man who struggles with his own soul in mystery, a book that is a book flowers once, and seeds, and is gone.

To every man who struggles with his own soul in mystery, a book that is a book flowers once, and seeds, and is gone.

To every man who struggles with his own soul in mystery, a book that is a book flowers once, and seeds, and is gone.