Cull A Burning Rose Poem by Tom Billsborough
Cull A Burning Rose
A horseman passes on the plain.
A girl is thinking of him here
And of that fleet in Mytilene.
The iron blade is shining there.
And, as they culled the burning rose,
Their eyes at once grew loving wild.
What a sun the mouth that roves
To which the mouth has smiled.
Thursday, June 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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5/20/2024 1:21:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Love and life! To which the mouth has smiled. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
It's a translation from the French of the modern poet, Guillaume Apollinaire who was a friend of Picasso.