The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But now the theory goes
That the apple’s a rose,
And the pear is, and so’s
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose–
But were always a rose.
The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But now the theory goes
That the apple’s a rose,
And the pear is, and so’s
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose–
But were always a rose.
November 10, 2005 at 10:33 pm |
thank you for the beautiful poems, i enjoyed it so much while reading.
June 23, 2006 at 2:15 am |
Loved this poem.
July 16, 2006 at 11:54 pm |
…That’s a rose
November 2, 2006 at 3:40 pm |
I guess you can call us a rose, we are always blooming with new things! Nice poem!!
February 2, 2007 at 12:39 pm |
Hi,
Chanced across your lovely place here ~
Beautiful selection of poems & superb images too!
Do keep posting.
With warmest wishes, minerva*
p.s. Just a humble note here: Have you encountered W.B.Yeats‘ “He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven”? Thought you might like it as well. Do take care & Keep writing.
February 9, 2007 at 4:40 am |
An original piece, I love roses they are beautiful
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August 14, 2007 at 11:53 pm |
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October 27, 2009 at 12:25 am |
one of my favorites by him!