Hi Sue. This is delightful in that the poet clearly foresees the response of
the reader to 'another rose poem', by teasingly offering the title but then
firmly shuts the door on frivolity by the depth of feeling the rose
engenders in the poet. Sentimentality is avoided (and that ain't easy). The
use of the name of the rose to direct the poem , where it is undoubtedly
true, is cleverly done. A lovely read for which thanks. Arthur
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From: "Sue Scalf" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Friday, September 26, 2003 6:33 PM
Subject: Roses revised
> Another Poem About Roses
>
>
> Don Juan's, climbers,
> have worked their way
> up the trellis to a rendezvous,
> blossoms big
> as cups, heart's- blood-red,
> feverish for a change of seasons,
> change of lovers.
> I, too, have had enough of summer,
> welcome a dormancy,
> winter and wind.
> And yet I know
> despite whatever springs may come,
> I shall never love again.
> One more for the roses,
> one more, my love, for you.
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