E. E. Cummings

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.

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