Chopin Blossoms
The roses are arranged in Chopin sweeps.
Arranged as darker roses in a curve,
They look like notes and melodies in deeps
Of wounds that lean to purple. In their swerve
They look as if a choir of flourished notes,
Arpeggios, and mordents had inspired
Them. More, these roses seem like chords in throats
Of whitest angels whom a God has fired
With darkest flames of love that bleed from red
To undercurrents of a bruised blue sea.
Together they produce a chorus led
By Lucifer and Christ, regality
Beyond mere empires from the realm of sound.
The bush is like an anthem August crowned.