Rose by Oyvind Solstad

The Lover Tells
of the Rose in His Heart


All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps
     of my heart.

The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart,
With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like a casket
     of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps
     of my heart.

— W.B. Yeats, for more see Collected Poems


This poem is offered as part of our May theme: Roses

All poems, art, and photos are public domain, creative commons, or used by permission of author or publisher. Photo by Oyvind Solstad, via Flickr.
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