The Earth is a terrible Mother, Relaxed hips of ivory Drift softly upon her Just one kiss and sunflowers knit O on her silk smock!

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 The rose's softy lingering    Was a bird strung from my soul.    The divine, wild polyp!    See it wiggle, see it dance.    O Mother, unsheathe your dreams!    Let the chickweed lull.    O willow, hide him beneath your skirts!

• Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven