The Blooming Rose
May 21, 2013 § Leave a comment
This poem is so beautiful and a lovely lead in to the new school year heading our way.
(written in 1919, found stuck between the pages of a book)
What is it like, to be a rose?
Old roses, softly, “Try and see.”
Nay, I will tarry. Let me be
In my green peacefulness and smile.
I will stay here and dream awhile.
‘Tis well for little buds to dream,
Say, is it good to be a rose?
Old roses, tell me! Is it good?
Old roses, very softly,”Good.”
I am afraid to be a rose!
This little sphere wherein I wait,
Curled up and small and delicate,
Lets in a twilight of pure green,
Wherein are dreams of night and morn
And the sweet stillness of a world
Where all things are that are unborn.
Old rose,“Better to be born.”
I cannot be a bud for long.
My sheath is like a heart…
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