Muriel Stuart

(1889-1967 / England)

Obsession - Poem by Muriel Stuart

I will not have roses in my room again,
Nor listen to sonnets of Michael Angelo
To-night nor any night, nor fret my brain
With all the trouble of things that I should know.
I will be as other women-come and go
Careless and free, my own self sure and sane,
As I was once . . .then suddenly you were there
With your old power . . . roses were everywhere
And I was listening to Michael Angelo.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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