Familiar rose,
so implicated in our memories
as in a dream
where you advance upon your perfect form –
whose silence surpasses the choir’s
echo;
who triumphs in the rose window
or, held between two lovers, disappears.
Paul Batchelor is the author of “The Sinking Road” (Bloodaxe)
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This article appears in the 28 Aug 2019 issue of the New Statesman, The long shadow of Hitler
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