I go where I love and where I am loved,
into the snow;
I go to the things I love
with no thought of duty or pity
—
H.D. The Flowering of the Rod
(distracted by some quality poetry in barnes and noble)
I go where I love and where I am loved,
into the snow;
I go to the things I love
with no thought of duty or pity
—
H.D. The Flowering of the Rod
(distracted by some quality poetry in barnes and noble)