“I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there. I will touch a hundred flowers… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
To lose the touch of flowers and women's hands is the supreme separation. — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
