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    Pink Single Rose

    By Philip Britts

    June 19, 2011
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    Who can see and understand
    This delight of drinking in
    Pink single rose?
    Who can see and understand
    How she speaks into my heart,
    Warm single rose?

    Single rose, pink petal,
    Golden centre like a crown
    Poised forever on the sky,
    Not a petal flutters down.

    What is it so firmly holds me
    Petal pink or golden crown
    Or the eye-blue sky beyond?

    Only that such a lovely thing
    Jetted before me, comes between
    My straying eyes and the blue light:
    Making me look away from the spiders
    (The spiders plotting on the dunged soil
    Whence I scarce believe the rose sprang).

    Only that she is poised
    (As if she waits my breaking in upon her)
    Between my eyes and the blue light.

    Only that she pauses
    Before me, and above,
    Making me look away from the dangerous garden,
    Making me look at the sky,
    Teaching me love.

    Single rose, pink petal,
    Golden centre like a crown
    Poised forever in the sunlight,
    Not a petal flutters down.

    It is my seeing that completes her glory.

    Philip Britts, 1941


    Read more by Philip Britts: Water at the Roots: Poems and Insights of a Visionary Farmer

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    Contributed By PhilipBritts Philip Britts

    Farmer-poet Philip Britts was born in 1917 in Devon, England. Britts became a pacifist, joined the Bruderhof, and moved to South America during World War II.

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