Willa Sibert Cather
Willa Sibert Cather Poems
|1.||"Grandmither, Think Not I Forget"||1/4/2003|
|5.||Street In Packingtown||4/22/2010|
|7.||Poppies On Ludlow Castle||4/22/2010|
|10.||The Hawthorn Tree||4/22/2010|
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'ROWSES, Rowses! Penny a bunch!' they tell you--
Slattern girls in Trafalgar, eager to sell you.
Roses, roses, red in the Kensington sun,
Holland Road, High Street, Bayswater, see you and smell you--
Roses of London town, red till the summer is done.
Roses, roses, locust and lilac, perfuming
West End, East End, wondrously budding and blooming
Out of the black earth, rubbed in a million hands,
Foot-trod, sweat-sour over and under, entombing
Highways of darkness, deep gutted with iron bands.
'Rowses, rowses! Penny a bunch!' they tell you,