Tear the pink rose petal by petal And let the petals float and fall, Ravel the golden stamens out, And, last of all, Shredding its sweetness on the wind, Turn and laugh and go away, Forgetting how soft a thing it was, How brief a thing to stay. But when white winds have swept your heart, And white tides driven along your veins, And the continents are yellow with leaves And the mountains black with rains, Secretly in your depths of sleep Among the unresting rocks and roots A dream, a gleam, a warmth will start, A whirl of winds and lutes, -- And thrusting among the withered leaves Will burn the purple-pointed flame, And the rose you slew will light again, Will light again the same. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE BEING ALL ONE by ROBERT FROST TO ATLANTA UNIVERSITY - ITS FOUNDERS AND TEACHERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON YOUTH'S PROGENY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN THE UNDERWORLD by ISAAC ROSENBERG DEDICATION TO THE LATER SONNETS TO URANIA by GEORGE SANTAYANA |