Geoffrey Hill Quote
September fattens on vines. Roses
flake from the wall. The smoke
of harmless fires drifts to my eyes.
September Song - Poetry
September Song Poem by Geoffrey Hill - Poem Hunter[poemhunter.com]
September fattens on vines. Roses
flake from the wall. The smoke
of harmless fires drifts to my eyes.
September Song - Poetry
September Song Poem by Geoffrey Hill - Poem Hunter[poemhunter.com]
