Academy of American Poets
View Cart | Log In 
Subscribe | More Info 
Find a Poet or Poem
Advanced Search >
Ira Sadoff
Ira Sadoff
Ira Sadoff was born in Brooklyn, New York, on March 7, 1945,...
More >
Want more poems?
Subscribe to our
Poem-A-Day emails.
Related Poems
See How the Roses Burn!
by Hafiz
Sponsor a Poet Page | Add to Notebook | Email to Friend | Print

My First Roses

by Ira Sadoff

My first roses brought me to my senses.
All my furies, I launched them like paper boats 
in the algaed pond behind my house. 

First they were pale, then peach and blood red.
You could be merciless trimming them back.
You could be merciless and I needed that.

Emerald green with crimson tips,
these were no crowns of thorns.
They would not portend nor intimate.

But if you fed them they'd branch out:
two generations in a single summer.
One had a scent of fruit & violet, the other

blazed up, a flotilla of lips on the lawn.

Copyright 2011 by Ira Sadoff. Used with permission of the author.
Larger TypeLarger Type | Home | Help | Contact Us | Privacy Policy Copyright © 1997 - 2014 by Academy of American Poets.