Mother of quartz, your words writhe into my ear.
Renew the light, lewd whisper.
"The Shape of the Fire," ll. 54 - 55 - The Lost Son and Other Poems (1948)
Mother of quartz, your words writhe into my ear.
Renew the light, lewd whisper.
"The Shape of the Fire," ll. 54 - 55 - The Lost Son and Other Poems (1948)