| From the book The Wild Rose | Legends and Fantasies
(1976 - 1978) |  |
| The Wild Rose | You unfold in the swollen heart of suffering,
wild rose,
oh,
the wounding garden of the universe.
Oh you, wild rose, white rose, the whitest of them all.
The one who names you will out-argue Job.
I am silent, though, disappearing in the mind out of the beloved sight,
concentrating my look
and not taking my hands off the fence.
The wild rose
walks, like a stern gardener,
who knows no fear,
with a crimson rose,
with compassion᾽s hidden wound under his wild shirt.
Richard McKane
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The Wild Dogrose
In the swollen heart of suffering you open,
wild dogrose,
oh,
wounding all creation’s garden.
Wild dogrose and white, much whiter than the common kind.
Those who name you will find words to change Job’s sullen mind.
But I stay silent, vanishing in mind from my
beloved’s sight,
taking neither my eyes
nor my hands off the fence.
The wild dogrose
walks by like a grim-faced gardener, knowing no fear,
with a crimson rose,
compassion’s concealed wound, under his savage shirt.
David Horrocks, Valentina Polukhina | |
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