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Daisy asked in Arts & HumanitiesPoetry · 10 years ago

A reposted rose is still a rose (The Cinquefoil) c/c?

My garden blooms abundantly

Astor, Jonquille, Zephyranth,

Yet bare remains the red Cinquefoil

Whose buds drop wilted 'pon the path

With treat I tend the fertile soil

Swift fingertips pluck out the weed

Yet bare remains the red Cinquefoil

Though blooms I grow from other seed

The red Cinquefoil is lover's rose

Though blooms not large nor scarlet red

Where I attend Adonis grows

I fear my lover's rose is dead

With scissors sharp I prune the Rue

Dead leaf from stem I separate

Yet bare remains the red Cinquefoil

Perhaps my love arises late

Oh sorrow sorrow hear me weep

So empty and forlorn the vine

The Willow's tears are mine to keep

For lover's rose no longer mine

September settles blooms decay

The Marigold and Daffodil

All wither wilt and fade away

Except the rose, which never will

Yet bare remains the red Cinquefoil

No bloom a-rose to bid adieu

Though fertile fed and rich the soil

I will not see my lover's bloom

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  • Anonymous
    10 years ago
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    Very nice poetry about the rose. Sweety, you have missed the green rose & the perfectly black one too. Do you know that there was a novel of 17 th century ' Black Rose' written by a French writer Alexander Duma living in Holland when that was invented for the first time by horticulture techniques & a big award was announced for the first presenter to the govt. A man Wan Barl invented but another man Issac Boxtell stole that one day prior to presentation but at the end justice was done. That was a very interesting one having so many brain teasing good ideas. The novel has love & affection too but free from dirt of 20 th & 21 century. You must read that novel. If you happen to visit Wullar Lake of Kashmir Valley(a very cold place), the 225 square kilometre, the biggest fresh water lake of Asia has very big say 1 foot wide rose flowers of extremely sweet smell, mostly in red or purple colours. Kashmiri people are white, tall , extremely beautiful & sweet & soft in talking too, a rare specie of nature. Kashmir Valley is having so many beauties of nature that it is called a paradise on the earth. I expect you to write a big poetry on that.

    Generally, your poetries are VERY GOOD, rare things to read.

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  • 4 years ago

    Regardless the unhappiness of the metaphor, the force of spirit is robust and pleasant. I echo that it's quite often turns out the male who's blamed in separations. From peers who have separated it looks particularly lightly balanced to my brain. Perhaps men are the goal extra quite often on account that extra women are articulate or probably a few dogged feel of political correctness and censorship. Nonetheless, your poem show braveness, person and a lovely spirit. Bravo!

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  • Anonymous
    10 years ago

    As the weather fades

    The blooms decay

    Soon to fade away

    This poem,My dear

    Iwill say is rich beond compare

    Very beautiful!!

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  • 10 years ago

    It was lovely to read your rose poem again - (revived). I enjoyed it very much, as I did when I read it last. Thanks.

    A poignant and beautiful piece of poetry

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  • Anonymous
    10 years ago

    Beautiful. And rather forlorn.

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