by TartanKGlasgow, Strathclyde, Scotland, UK
Nov 2011 532 Views 4 comments
The rose of all the world - Scotland
I've got this tattoed on my forearm. It's by a Scots poet called Hugh McDiarmid:
The rose of all the world is not for me;
I want for my part only,
the little white rose of Scotland,
that smells sharp and sweet ~ and breaks the heart.
You can take it literally, or as a metaphor for life and / or love. We want something, even though we know it will break our heart.
The rose of all the world is not for me;
I want for my part only,
the little white rose of Scotland,
that smells sharp and sweet ~ and breaks the heart.
You can take it literally, or as a metaphor for life and / or love. We want something, even though we know it will break our heart.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2011
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Comments (4)
"...If I cou'd see the daisy spread
Its wee flowers owre the lea;
Or the heather scent the mountain breeze
And the ivy climb the tree.
If I cou'd see the lane kirk yard
Whar' frien's lie side by side;
And think that I cou'd lay my banes
Beside them when I died;
Then might I think this forest hame,
And in it live and dee:
Nor feel regret at my heart's core
My native land, for thee."
("My Hame" by Thomas Carr)
Thank you for your kind reminder that we should cherish our homeland more than anything else! Best wishes to you!