theparisreview: It was fever that made the worldburn last summer, that afternoonwhen I lay watching the sun pourits incurable folly slantwiseinto a plum tree’s crest, infusing it till the whole crown glowedred as infected blood translucentin a syringe.
theparisreview: It was fever that made the worldburn last summer, that afternoonwhen I lay watching the sun pourits incurable folly slantwiseinto a plum tree’s crest, infusing it till the whole crown glowedred as infected blood translucentin a syringe.
