White Rose
A white rose among the red.A trickle of blood and it, too, is red.
A trickle of blood and I am red...
Oh, to be a white rose again.
White Rose
A white rose among the red.Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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