
The poem explores the fleeting nature of life and beauty through the rose's lament that it will soon wither and die. The speaker reflects on how its beauty is short-lived and how it will eventually fade away, leaving behind only memories.
By Joyce Kilmer · First published 1913 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Romantic Poetry, Nature Poetry · 366 words
No flower hath so fair a face as this pale love of mine / When he bends down to kiss my heart, my petals try to twine / About his lips to hold them fast. He is so very fair, / My lover with the pale, sad face and forest-fragrant hair.
I think it is a pleasant place, this garden where I grow, / With gravel walks and grassy mounds and crosses in a row. / There is no toil nor worry here, nor clatter of the street, / And here each night my lover comes, pale, sad and very sweet.
Said the Rose is listed on Textopian as a poem by Joyce Kilmer, dated 1913 CE.
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Poetry · Nature · Romance · Love · Flowers · Beauty · Symbolism · Metaphor · Imagery · Sensuality · Intimacy · Whimsy