The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees... Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm... That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Half-opening her lips to the frost's morning sigh, how strangely the rose has smiled on a swift-fleeting day of September! Ho...w audacious it is to advance in stately manner before the blue-tit fluttering in the shrubs that have long lost their leaves, like a queen with the spring's greeting on her lips; to bloom with steadfast hope that, parted from the cold flower-bed, she may be the last to cling, intoxicated, to a young hostess's breast.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
last time I saw you was the hospital pale skull protruding under ashen skin... blue veined unconscious girl in an oxygen tent the war in Spain has ended long ago Aunt RoseLESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »