All tenderly his messenger he chose;

Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet–

One perfect rose.

I knew the language of the floweret;

“My fragile leaves,” it said, “his heart enclose.”

Love long has taken for his amulet

One perfect rose.

Why is it no one ever sent me yet

One perfect limousine, do you suppose?

Ah no, it’s always just my luck to get

One perfect rose.

we have to do a poetry response in my English class. this is basically an essay on giving a thesis statement and proving it through connotation (lit. figures), attitude, shift (that’s in the 3rd stanza), and theme.

so I’m a little stuck on what I could use as a thesis here. all I can think of is her use of irony throughout the poem.

what do you think? 🙂