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04/18/2004: "Eros for Emily"

She doesn't get any roses, at least not from any suitors; but it seems as though she has her own garden and grows them herself. So she doesn't lack for the beauty of the roses, she only lacks for the fickle and transitory declarations which might be made with them. She will grow old and die; but as for those others, won't they also, and their roses fade and be forgotten too? I know a few Emilies, maybe I'm one myself: but I refuse to find them pitiable. I know their lives are fertile and cultivated, rich in love even if impoverished of romance. No one brings a rose? She has roses, and when they fade, she has roses in December.