THE night has cut each from each and curled the petals back from the stalk and under it in crisp rows; under at an unfaltering pace, under till the rinds break, back till each bent leaf is parted from its stalk; under at a grave pace, under till the leaves are bent back till they drop upon earth, back till they are all broken. O night, you take the petals of the roses in your hand, but leave the stark core of the rose to perish on the branch. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRINGTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MARJORIE'S WOOING by EMMA LAZARUS SAILING BEYOND SEAS (OLD STYLE) by JEAN INGELOW DIVINA COMMEDIA (INTRODUCTORY POEMS): 1 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DORIS; A PASTORAL by ARTHUR JOSEPH MUNBY |