You are clear O rose, cut in rock, hard as the descent of hail. I could scrape the color from the petals like spilt dye from a rock. If I could break you I could break a tree -- I could break you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROGRESS OF POETRY; A VARIATION by MATTHEW ARNOLD CONCORD HYMN; SUNG AT COMPLETION OF CONCORD MONUMENT, 1836 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON EPIGRAM: 118. ON GUT by BEN JONSON THE PESSIMIST by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN KING ST. JOHN'S, CAMBRIDGE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |