Flower-dream,
only the flower remembers it, outside.
Utopia-flower, only it appears without a place
though it seems with a place, place-flower, fragile
below a crush of footsteps.
"Fragile" is too fragile for the strength of
showing what can be done against every risk,
every loss. Till the lost woman comes back.
The time's come to show things in this way,
this is the time, now and here, a flower in your face,
life that's too dear. It's the defence-flower, defence-flower,
a dream that's been planted though it last just one day
opposite the fear-system - I'm thinking of the rose.

Translation: Peter Boyle