The claw of the magnolia, drunk on its own scents, asks nothing of life.


Collected Poems (ed. 2015)


The claw of the magnolia, drunk on its own scents, asks nothing of life.

The claw of the magnolia, drunk on its own scents, asks nothing of life.

The claw of the magnolia, drunk on its own scents, asks nothing of life.

The claw of the magnolia, drunk on its own scents, asks nothing of life.