The jubilation of the rose that it doth rest upon the heath its florid courtly promise Oh it is to a woman shed by these, the bravest of men both vigor and rectitude for in youth apparent we did look to release much life from solitaire return thee to the soil these the spoils of heaven such that all may rest again within this earth
But the rose riseth next spring, A piquant perfume pervades Rosehill, Horses on their toes, The two year olds do prance, To wear that fancy slipper, For the one who does best dance.
One day housing will cover thee, And memories will be no more, Who cares to cheapen history? And at what price is the score?
Ok, ocean, roses are very poetic. You got me going with your excellent imagery
salamunaDeventer, Overijssel NetherlandsDec 8
nicely written ocean reminded me a poem of William Blake O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
And the roses of Rosehill Will be no more, Gentle petals drowsy Make to weep
The green common dashed Like a chalice to the ground And come a few more Autumn's No slipper will be found
And as those gentle roses Make to weep Suburbia encroaches more and more But they must have a place to put the sheep So who care about the history and lore?
Zest,
Of course the slipper is in Autumn and roses bloom in Spring, so I have an excellent metaphor - the dying of the rose (In my poetic ecstasies, I got a little confused, so I set the record straight, here)...
Wow LCBR we got you going there!, nice lines, yeah I have been to Rosehill and also to Randwick. Yeah the Golden Slipper for 2 yo's, there's a classic.
Enjoyed that Blake poem Lily but I admit I don't fully comprehend it.
Thanks for the comment Mick, yes just trying a different style.
Ocean
salamunaDeventer, Overijssel NetherlandsDec 10
ocean, this poem by W.Blake was taken as the basis for the libretto for the ballet The Death of the Rose. I see that lovecanbereal felt it that way too, right? any way..all I was going to say, loved your new style , Lily
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A piquant perfume pervades Rosehill,
Horses on their toes,
The two year olds do prance,
To wear that fancy slipper,
For the one who does best dance.
One day housing will cover thee,
And memories will be no more,
Who cares to cheapen history?
And at what price is the score?
Ok, ocean, roses are very poetic. You got me going with your excellent imagery
reminded me a poem of William Blake
O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
It's good to see you experimenting with new styles. Enjoyed !
Mick.
Will be no more,
Gentle petals drowsy
Make to weep
The green common dashed
Like a chalice to the ground
And come a few more Autumn's
No slipper will be found
And as those gentle roses
Make to weep
Suburbia encroaches more and more
But they must have a place to put the sheep
So who care about the history and lore?
Zest,
Of course the slipper is in Autumn and roses bloom in Spring, so I have an excellent metaphor - the dying of the rose
(In my poetic ecstasies, I got a little confused, so I set the record straight, here)...
Enjoyed that Blake poem Lily but I admit I don't fully comprehend it.
Thanks for the comment Mick, yes just trying a different style.
Ocean