ON A BLACK SUMMER'S NIGHT Poem by Barbara Korun

ON A BLACK SUMMER'S NIGHT

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I stepped out into the garden
to pluck a flower for you -

it shook its leaves in my face,
fought me stubbornly,
raked me with its thorns.

Now I wait for you
at the corner of the house,
I stand there

and feel
the rose trembling
in my hand,
its hot, black blood
leaking out
into the dark.

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