Dorothy Parker - Feb 16th, Iyengar I Snow Day

Due in part to the 11” of snow we got last night, a myriad of technical difficulties prevented me from actually teaching my Level I class today. I sent out the poem I intended to read anyway. As an adult, under the right circumstances, a snow day can be magical!

One Perfect Rose

A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.
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.