To One Steeped in Bitterness
Denise Levertov (1923- )
Nail the rose
to your mind's door
like a rat, a thwarted chickenhawk.
Yes, it has had its day.
And the water
poured for you
which you disdain to drink,
yes, throw it away.
Yet the fierce rose
stole nothing
from your cooped heart,
nor plucked your timid eye;
and from inviolate rock
the liquid light
was drawn, that's dusty now
and your lips dry.
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