Another Simple Poem

Garden By H. D.

I

You are clear

O rose, cut in rock,

hard as the descent of hail.

I could scrape the colour   

from the petals

like spilt dye from a rock.

If I could break you   

I could break a tree.

If I could stir

I could break a tree—

I could break you

 

 

Comment

In this poem I could possibly feel the writer's feeling of the sanguine and tolerable feelings.

I expecially like the line that says I could scrape the colour from the petals becuase, everyone knows that it is not possible to scrape the coulour from petals, but it shows the writer's feeling of tolerable.