The streets are my body
or rather the wish
of the skin to put on
the grass in a gold rain
From "For Gustave Moreau" by Robin Blaser. The rest of the poem is here.
The Song of Songs, Gustave Moreau, 1893.
(The "blue-winged griffins" are here.)
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