Roses Poem by Natasa To

Freaks of brights, airy beauties love,
Whose clear forms amaze the love—
Crowns fit to white roses on soil,
Adornments meet for frame of splendor rare!
They spring from knots in tree-trunks, rising soils
In sweet love; winding wondrously,
They twist their clear stems, and far and nigh
Sttanding overhead like wing birds in air.

Lovely, like pensive, all,
Lofty and free they bloom;
Their flowers to any root are no bound;
Because they too, at war with love,
Desire to live, like souls that know no stain,
With one touch of contact with the ground.