Vintage verse – From the Telephone by Florence Ripley Mastin

From the Telephone

Out of the dark cup
Your voice broke like a flower.
It trembled, swaying on its taut stem.
The caress in its touch
Made my eyes close.

by Florence Ripley Mastin (1886-1968)

Video by Jonas Åkerlund

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