As frothing wounds of roses Harry summer over a wintry sea, So does thy very strangeness Bring me ever nearer thee As the cry of the bird-torn wind Hastens the heart beyond its usual need, So shalt thy dear lovliness, Upon the forlorn unrest of my cold will, Be as that snowy stain the roses bleed O as flaming wounds of roses Marry summer to the most wintry sea, So does thy very woman's separateness Bring me ever nearer to thee
The Love Poems of Kenneth Patchen