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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=552595" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Find a moments peace</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=552595" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To see the cycle, <br>one observes the rose, <br>whose roots suck on, <br>though all the petals fall, <br>nourishing seeds and death, <br>and then recall-<br>with purpose no philosophies<br>disclose.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=552595" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Like man, from planted seed<br>the rose is born, <br>then thrusts about<br>for water, sun, and air, <br>essences which, before the rose, <br>were there, <br>but which it claims<br>with sharp and savage thorn.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=552595" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It pricks against the world, <br>unknowing, blind, <br>even the vital bee<br>and scavenging ant, <br>set against all<br>except the mother plant, <br>indifferent to love<br>and to the cruel or kind.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=552595" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The purpose of the rose <br>is only, then, <br>to grow and die, <br>and out of death to come<br>prepatterned cycle, <br>back to life again, <br>a pointless round, <br>from bloom to seed to bloom.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=552595" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And yet, beyond the cycle, <br>gentle eyes<br>look at the rose<br>and find a moment's peace, <br>a dream of love<br>and kindliness, surcease<br>from hate and greed<br>and from the covering lies.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=552595" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Savage and saveged, <br>with thorns no rose has grown, <br>man also breeds, <br>simply so he may die<br>for reasons which to him<br>are as unknown<br>as to the rose, <br>though he may wonder why-</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=552595" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Which gives one hope<br>within the encircling doubt<br>of purposes<br>one does not know about.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Daniel+Artemas+Harmon">Daniel Artemas Harmon</a></strong></div>

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