Dorothy Porter one of Australia's greatest poets died last week aged 54 after a four year battle with breast cancer.Roses
a dark rose
floats
in a bowl
of light water
its scent creeps
like a slow spider
up my face
and it stings
in the eyes
so I cry
for pleasure
for no reason
in Nefrititi's rose room.
-from "Akhenaten" -

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