It is in the brain that the poppy is red, that the apple is odorous, that the skylark sings.
You were in a poppy sleep on the mystic flowers of ancient dreams.
Now solitude and silence are worse for me than poppy and mandragora.
I used to turn as red as a poppy when I happened to meet the eye of some spectator.
French poppy beareth a faire flower, and the Seed will make you ...