Here you will find the Poem Obsession of poet Muriel Stuart
I will not have roses in my room again, Nor listen to sonnets of Michael Angelo To-night nor any night, nor fret my brain With all the trouble of things that I should know. I will be as other women-come and go Careless and free, my own self sure and sane, As I was once . . .then suddenly you were there With your old power . . . roses were everywhere And I was listening to Michael Angelo.
