Sea Rose
Hilda Doolittle
Rose, harsh rose marred and with stint of petals, meagre flower, thin, sparse of leaf, more precious than a wet rose single on a stem— you are caught in the drift. Stunted, with small leaf, you are flung on the sand, you are lifted in the crisp sand that drives in the wind. Can the spice-rose drip such acrid fragrance hardened in a leaf?
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- Hilda Doolittle : Sheltered Garden
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- Ernest Dowson : A Last Word
- Ernest Dowson : A Requiem
- Ernest Dowson : A Valediction
- Ernest Dowson : Ad Domnulam Suam
