The Rose
the rose
is dying the
lips of an old man murder
the petals
hush
mysteriously invisible mourners move
with prose faces and sobbing,garments
The symbol of the rose
motionless
with grieving feet and
wings
mounts
against the margins of steep song
a stallion swetneess ,the
lips of an old man murder
the petals.
E. E. Cummings
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