The Genesis of the Butterfly by Victor Hugo
"The dawn is smiling on the dew that covers The tearful roses; lo, the little lovers That kiss the buds, and all the flutterings In jasmine bloom, and privet, of white wings, That go and... More »
"The dawn is smiling on the dew that covers The tearful roses; lo, the little lovers That kiss the buds, and all the flutterings In jasmine bloom, and privet, of white wings, That go and... More »
If sparks fly, I shall think my thirst and hunger quelled. If the skies tear down, I shall think them pouring for my bath. If a hillside slides on me I shall think it flower... More »
You're like milk in water: I cannot tell what comes before, what after, which is the master, which is the slave; what's big, what's small. O lord white as jasmine if an ant should love... More »
You're like milk in water: I cannot tell what comes before, what after, which is the master, which is the slave; what's big, what's small. O lord white as jasmine if an ant should love... More »