Essential Oils - are wrung - The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Suns - alone - It is the gift of Screws - The General Rose - decay - But this - in Lady's Drawer Make Summer - When the Lady lie In Ceaseless Rosemary | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRASH MEN by CHARLES BUKOWSKI WORDS IN A CERTAIN APPROPRIATE MODE by HAYDEN CARRUTH IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHEN I AM DEAD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |