The #poet John Crowe Ransom was born in Tennessee. He died on 3 July 1974. The Four Roses Four sisters sitting in one house, I said, these roses on a stem With bosoms bare. But wayfaring I went and ravished one of them. So one was taken. But the three, They spread their petals just the same, They turned no decent pale for grief, They drew no fragrance back for shame. The canker is on roses too! I cried, and lifted up the rod And scourged them bleeding to the ground. All, all are sinners unto God. John Crowe Ransom
Posted on: Wed, 03 Jul 2013 09:17:37 +0000
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