The Blue Garden Bluebell or cornflower, it’s all the one to the cherry tree with its many doors opening, hour by hour, on one colour as rooms with forgetful walls might do, their layers of paint and antique paper golden with birds and golden flowers, hunkering under a whim of novelty. By such … Continue reading Five Poems
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