ROSES and Wine your OMAR brings, Yet o'er the Cup, a Moment-Space, Peers into Naught with wistful Face, As One who views but bygone Things. Not so with Us. Our larger Scope Looks backward through the Past to see Not what has been, but what may be -- We drink, not Memory, but Hope. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 10 by CONRAD AIKEN AUGUST FIRST by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BLACK MAMMY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE QUARREL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD JOHNNY APPLESEED by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE |