Alan Gordon

Roses he loved and their outlandish names —
Gloire de Dijon, Léonie Lamesch,
Chateau du Clos Vougeot , like living flames
They kindled in his memory afresh
As, lying in the mud of France, he turned
His eyes to the grey sky, light after light;
And last within his dying memory burned
Chateau du Clos Vougeot's deep crimson night.
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