THE night has cut each from each and curled the petals back from the stalk and under it in crisp rows; under at an unfaltering pace, under till the rinds break, back till each bent leaf is parted from its stalk; under at a grave pace, under till the leaves are bent back till they drop upon earth, back till they are all broken. O night, you take the petals of the roses in your hand, but leave the stark core of the rose to perish on the branch. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRICKLAYER LOVE by CARL SANDBURG SLEEPY HOLLOW by WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING (1817-1901) THE SLEEPER by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE MEDITATION OF THE OLD FISHERMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS REDFIELD FARM, MICHIGAN by HERBERT BUCKLEN BRADY EDGE OF THE DAY by BURL BREDON |