The Nightingale and the RoseJewels of a Nightingale embed the music-moon.The Nightingale and the Rose9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear, perhaps, the death of Life by pearls
though feathers are but copper loose in pocket's breast.
Hyacinths do blossom in his passion's bed
where there should be roses
red as he desires.
And his pale ivory seldom cease the sorrow.
And his lips speak the promise of the scarlet petals.
'She will dance with me till dawn.'
Such a great price!
Since when do bouquet-flowers exceed logic's philosophy?
Here, at last, is a true lover
who shall present the fowl's veins at expense of sailing shadows.
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