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  • By Michael R. Burch

Roses for a Lover, Idealized

Claude Monet - Flowered Arches (1913)

When you have become to me

as roses bloom, in memory,

exquisite, each sharp thorn forgot,

will I recall—yours made me bleed?

When winter makes me think of you—

whorls petrified in frozen dew,

bright promises blithe spring forsook,

will I recall your words—barbed, cruel?

Michael R. Burch is the editor of The HyperTexts, on-line at, where he has published hundreds of poets over the past three decades. His poetry has been translated into fourteen languages, taught in high schools and colleges around the globe, incorporated into three plays and two operas, and set to music by seventeen composers. A five-time Pushcart nominee, his poems, translations and essays have appeared in hundreds of literary journals, including The Lyric, New Lyre, Romantics Quarterly, The Chained Muse, LIGHT, Measure, Southwest Review, The Chariton Review, The Chimaera, Brief Poems, Poem Today, Asses of Parnassus, Writer’s Digest—The Year’s Best Writing and The Best of the Eclectic Muse.

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