Rose

Rose,
the imperishable rose that I do not want,
hard of odors,
black garden rose in the night,
the one in any garden and any insertion,
the rose rising from the light
ashes through the art of alchemy,
the rose of Persians and Ariosto,
the one always alone,
always rose roses,
young platonic flower,
the burner and the blind rose that I can not sing,
the untouched rose. - Jorge Luis Borges