O dear sweet rosy unattainable desire how sad, no way to change the mad cultivated asphodel, the visible reality and skin's appalling petals--how inspired to be so lying in the living room drunk naked and dreaming, in the absence of electricity over and over eating the low root of the asphodel, gray fate rolling in generation on the flowery couch as on a bank in Arden-- my only rose tonite's the treat of my own nudity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JONES'S PRIVATE ARGYMENT by SIDNEY LANIER CHILD OF MY HEART by EDWIN MARKHAM A SONNET TO YOU! by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE CHLOE AND MYRA by SOPHIA (RAYMOND) BURRELL OLD AND NEW; THE CENTURY ASSOCIATION, 1847-1897 by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |