Roses On The Breakfast Table

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Title:     Roses On The Breakfast Table
Author: D. H. Lawrence [More Titles by Lawrence]

JUST a few of the roses we gathered from the Isar
Are fallen, and their mauve-red petals on the cloth
Float like boats on a river, while other
Roses are ready to fall, reluctant and loth.

She laughs at me across the table, saying
I am beautiful. I look at the rumpled young roses
And suddenly realise, in them as in me,
How lovely the present is that this day discloses.

[The end]
D. H. Lawrence's poem: Roses On The Breakfast Table

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