To Women

Poem by Charles Cros Collection The Collar of ClawsPeriod 19th centuryPrint

Drown in a limpid, airy gaze,
The sorrows.
Say nothing bad, say nothing good,
Be flowers.
Be flowers: in these enraged times, smoke-filled
With coal,
Be roses and lilies. And then, love, love!
It feels so good!…

Charles Cros

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