Silver Roses by Rachel Wetzsteon : Poetry Magazine

Silver Roses by Rachel Wetzsteon : Poetry Magazine.

“I relished trouser roles until I had / no petals left to strew.
Up, down the avenue / I wandered like a ghost, I wondered why / a miracle is always a mirage,”
Did she get this from Rilke’s “Autumn Day”?
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