Now the autumn clambers
Up the trellised frame
And the rose remembers
The dust from which it came.
Brighter than the blossom
On the rose's bough
Sits the wizened, orange,
Bitter berry now;
Beauty never slumbers;
All is in her name;
But the rose remembers
The dust from which it came.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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ADDITIONAL POET'S CORNERS:
September, 1996
"The Fish" by Elizabeth Bishop
August, 1996
"Departmental" by Robert Frost
July, 1996
"City Flies" by Alan Van Dine
June, 1996
"My Neighbor's Roses" by A.L. Gruber