Four of the roses were on fire.
They stood up straight and pure on the stalk, gripping the dark like prophets
and howling colossal intimacies
from the back of their fused throats.
- XXVII. MITWELT

Autor: Anne Carson

Four of the roses were on fire.<br />They stood up straight and pure on the stalk, gripping the dark like prophets<br />and howling colossal intimacies <br />from the back of their fused throats.<br />- XXVII. MITWELT - Anne Carson



©gutesprueche.com

Data privacy

Imprint
Contact
Wir benutzen Cookies

Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.

OK Ich lehne Cookies ab