Sea Rose by Hilda Doolittle
Rose, harsh rose,
marred and with stint of petals,
meagre flower, thin,
sparse of leaf,
more precious
than a wet rose
single on a stem --
you are caught in the drift.
Stunted, with small leaf,
you are flung on the sand,
you are lifted
in the crisp sand
that drives in the wind.
Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
hardened in a leaf?
Rose, harsh rose,
meagre flower, thin,
sparse of leaf,
more precious
than a wet rose
single on a stem --
you are caught in the drift.
Stunted, with small leaf,
you are flung on the sand,
you are lifted
in the crisp sand
that drives in the wind.
Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
hardened in a leaf?
Since its a little late, here's another Story!!!
By oxNusratLovesBlackxo
Someday everything will all make perfect sense. So for now laugh at the confusion, smile through tears, and keep reminding yourself that everything happens for a reason.
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I had to go to an interview to become an employee. They picked me because I was an excellent person. I got up early in the morning and cleanse myself. I felt weak, but Istill attended. I felt a lot of gravity, but I'm glad I didn't fall. When I went outside, I found out today was the worst day to have an interview, because the meadows were all covered with sleet! I really wanted this job so I kept on walking. Finally I came to the office and the boss told me to sit on the leather chair. He said I have to take a test and need to get at least a 95%. The theme of this test was to see if I would be nice and polite to the others. On the test there was text on the page. It was really hard for me to read because my head was spinning. I saw the word method on it, so it reminded me of math. I wrote the method of multiplication. In the corner of my eye, i saw this person looking at my test. then I got a scheme. I creased my paper. I could see that person groaning. I gave my paper in the last minute. Then the boss told me to wait a minute. Instead of a minute, it felt like an hour. Then he asked me if I think I passed. I said indeed because I was really good at math. The boss said this test was NOT about math, it was about being nice to others. He said I needed to develop, so I didn't get the job.I felt queasy. When I was going home, I fell and hit my head. A nice woman send me to the hospital. The woman told me that the boss saw me hit my head, so he gave me the job! I was so happy! I should hurt myself more often!
(just kidding)
I had to write this story using my spelling words and my teacher and my friends thought it was funny. hope U like it!
(and, NO, this did not happen to me in reality)
