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LONDON ROSES

Written by: Willa Cather | Biography
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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, 
Ruddy blooms of corruption, see you and smell you, 
Born of stale earth, fallowed with squalor and tears-- 
North shire, south shire, none are like these, I tell you, 
Roses of London perfumed with a thousand years.



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