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E. E. Cummings

E. E. Cummings

The Rose

the rose
is dying the
lips of an old man murder
 
the petals
hush
 
mysteriously invisible mourners move
with prose faces and sobbing,garments
The symbol of the rose
 
motionless
with grieving feet and
wings
mounts
 
against the margins of steep song
a stallion swetneess    ,the
 
lips of an old man murder
the petals.

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