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“Roses, dancing roses that I kept behind my eyelids as I watched the trees. Bird song entered my ears,”

— Meena Alexander, from “Fault Lines,” originally published c. 1993

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“You yourself are the bizarre flower of some unknown dream.”

— Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me”

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“she’s got a rose in her smile.”

— Hope Sandoval, Charlotte 

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“And everything she touches is opening, opening.”

— Galway Kinnell, from A New Selected Poems; “The Fly”

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“Everything rough becomes delicate when you love it. More roses, more roses, more roses.”

— Juan Ramón Jiménez, tr by Robert Bly, from “Parsley Crown,” wr. c. 1916

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“Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying (though love be a day) do not fear, we will go amaying.”

— e. e. cummings, from “Thy fingers make early flowers of,” in 100 Selected Poems

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“As in flowers, beauty grows slowly, silently in the poet.”

— Sabina Berman, tr. by Margarita Vargas and Teresa Salas, from “Yankee”

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“There is a garden in her face”

— Thomas Campion, from “Cherry-Ripe,” in The Random House Treasury of Favorite Love Poems

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Mary Oliver, from “Wild, Wild,” in New And Selected Poems: Volume Two

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   e. e. cummings, from “Impressions, IV,” in Tulips & Chimneys

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Paul Celan, from “Flower,” from Poetry (December 1971)

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Tony Hoagland, from “Peaceful Transition”, published in The New Yorker (November 5, 2018) 

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  Mary Oliver, from “Flare,” in Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver

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Louise Glück, From Descending Figure; “The Garden”

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i greet you, midnight; come sit beside my bed. i’ll laugh with you in rain.

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“Her heavy hair was full of the perfume of roses and sandalwood. Beneath the languor of her heavy lids slept passionate violence. She was almost terrifyingly beautiful.”

— Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me”

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Some flowers for anyone not feeling their best today