Roger Hadden

Rookie (June 17,1954 / Bloomington, Indiana)

The Garden Of Love - Poem by Roger Hadden

I went to the Garden of LOVE
And saw what I had never seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And thou shalt not, write over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys and desires.

Topic(s) of this poem: love hurts

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A poem to think hard about life.

Comments about The Garden Of Love by Roger Hadden

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 30, 2014

[Report Error]