"The wind kisses her breasts and unfolds in a wreathHer great veils rising and falling with the waters ;The shivering willows weep on her shoulder,The rushes lean over her wide, dreaming brow." Arthur Rimbaud, Ophelia To Ramona Untitled 4 Untitled 1 Untitled 5 Purple Raincoat Untitled 23 Untitled 19 Untitled 17 Pink Rabbits
The New Poetics 