Greg Rice - Sometimes it seems my blood is pulsing out of me
As though it where a fountain weeping rhythmically.
How well I hear it- pouring with a whispered sound-
Yet I scrutinize myself in vain to find the wound.
excerpt from THE FOUNTAIN OF BLOOD by Charles Baudelaire
Sometimes it seems my blood is pulsing out of me
As though it where a fountain weeping rhythmically.
How well I hear it- pouring with a whispered sound-
Yet I scrutinize myself in vain to find the wound.
excerpt from THE FOUNTAIN OF BLOOD by Charles Baudelaire