Nancy Cunard | [See now these berries dark]
« Poésie d’un jour [SEE NOW THESE BERRIES DARK] See now these berries dark along the hedge Hard as black withered blood drawn long ago Whose sap is frozen dry; a windy sedge Hides field from ashen field, pale lapwings go Whining above the heath, and floods are out Over the meadows clasped in frigid … Lire plus