Walter W. Safar Poet Imagism

Tell Me, Rose

Tell me, rose,
Did you caress her
                  face
- like the wind caresses your
                               face -
while the dewy tear burns the
                                   face?
Do you hear the laughter of the 
                                       wind,
the whisper of the birch, and all secrets
                                          of the fog
- In which my thoughts are
                           wandering -
the desolate silence of a love
                                 praised,
that entangles inflamed passion
into the burning web of
                                 life?
Good night!... Good night!...
                            Rose!
See you again tomorrow morning!
       Perhaps you shall show me the way
                  to her heart
               in the dawning of a new 
                                                 day.


©Walter William Safar

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