Rose
Rose in a red glass vase,
Clear-cut, soft,
Like the breast of Aphrodite.
Your color
Is dawn above snow.
Your perfume
Is music in the air.
Rose,
Only the sea
Has your curved freedom.
Only the wild sea-
Or a marble
Where draperies swirl
Over the spacious limbs of goddesses.
Structure
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