17 February 2008
There is no pot to hold this rose
Nor vase in the still tempest of hours;
Nor's earth undone and remade
Too large a canvas
For such various opacity
And pallid green.
Untheme'd stalk from every beginning,
Frameless stay, uncaught endeavor.
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Gorgeous from first line to last.
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