Not A Bed Of Roses Poem by gershon hepner
Not A Bed Of Roses
Life’s not a bed of roses but a dahlia
that withers after bursting into bloom,
a troubled preparation for the failure
eluding us until we reach the tomb.
Robert Hughes once said that Mark Rothko's life was a 'long, troubled preparation for a failure that eluded him' (Michael Kimmelman, in 'Rothko's Gloomy Elegance in Retrospect, ' NYT, September 18,1998) .
9/18/98
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