SBA Assignment 9 (Romilly the Rose): 7.45/10
by Ted Hughes
Unconcerned with men's writings,
In a dingy corner of her room
Flames to its petal-fringe, and no further,
Keeping perfect propriety,
Its petals not a lyrical cry, like the anguished lily,
But a muffled thunder of perturbation,
A coloratura of openings, beckonings,
The simple, cool eyes, the core hectic.
Miniature admirers with black legs disport themselves.
Your picture floats, logical, illogical,
With flames, with undies, without drapery,
Wide open, your secret averted
As the sharp-nosed critic, the puritan
Rejects the excess of your silks,
And your abandon, like the needlessness of a parrot,
Mountain behind mountain, dawn beyond dawn.