“Desire as round as peaches bloom in me all night, I no longer gather what falls.”
— Anne Carson, “On Hedonism,” Great American Prose Poems: From Poe to Present. (via angelsoap)
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“Desire as round as peaches bloom in me all night, I no longer gather what falls.”
— Anne Carson, “On Hedonism,” Great American Prose Poems: From Poe to Present. (via angelsoap)