Poem: Untitled

Handwritten in pencil in an exercise book containing the last chapters of Missing Gold, 1925.

I plucked a rose
As warm and red as blood
My tears were joy.

The rose was dead,
I flung it down and wept,
Until I saw

Earth had not lost
The beauty for it lay
Upon her breast

Earth doth not give
Nor take. The rose and I
Shall be the earth.

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Photo in front of sign reading Club Kailhouse.

Mavis (left) with an unknown young woman, C1925