H. D.

(1886 - 1961 / Pennsylvania / United States)

H. D. Quotes

Song

You are as gold
as the half-ripe grain
that merges to gold again,
as white as the white rain
that beats through
the half-opened flowers
of the great flower tufts
thick on the black limbs
of an Illyrian apple bough.

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