August – Dorothy Parker and Charles Courtney Curran

Charles Courtney Curran – Lotus Lilies 1888 August When my eyes are weeds, And my lips are petals, spinning Down the wind that has beginning Where the crumpled beeches start In a fringe of salty reeds; When my arms are elder-bushes, And the rangy lilac pushes Upward, upward through my heart; Summer, do your worst!Continue reading “August – Dorothy Parker and Charles Courtney Curran”