Rose Poems
Coole Park And Ballylee, 1931
by William Butler Yeats
Under my window-ledge the waters race,
Otters below and moor-hens on the top,
Run for a mile undimmed in Heaven's face
Then darkening through 'dark' Raftery's 'cellar' drop,
Run underground, rise in a rocky place
In Coole demesne, and there to finish up
Spread to a lake and drop into a hole.
What's water but the generated soul?
Upon the border of that lake's a wood
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The Garden By Moonlight
by Amy Lowell
A black cat among roses,
Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon,
The sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock.
The garden is very still,
It is dazed with moonlight,
Contented with perfume,
Dreaming the opium dreams of its folded poppies.
Firefly lights open and vanish
High as the tip buds of the golden glow
Low as the sweet alyssum flowers at my feet.
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Claribel: A Melody
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Where Claribel low-lieth
The breezes pause and die,
Letting the rose-leaves fall:
But the solemn oak-tree sigheth,
Thick-leaved, ambrosial,
With an ancient melody
Of an inward agony,
Where Claribel low-lieth.
At eve the beetle boometh
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A Retrospect Of Humidity
by Les Murray
All the air conditioners now slacken
their hummed carrier wave. Once again
we've served our three months with remissions
in the steam and dry iron of this seaboard.
In jellied glare, through the nettle-rash season
we've watched the sky's fermenting laundry
portend downpours. Some came, and steamed away,
and we were clutched back into the rancid
saline midnights of orifice weather,
to damp grittiness and wiping off the air.
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'Look At The Clock!' : Patty Morgan The Milkmaid's Story
by Richard Harris Barham
FYTTE I.
'Look at the Clock!' quoth Winifred Pryce,
As she open'd the door to her husband's knock,
Then paus'd to give him a piece of advice,
'You nasty Warmint, look at the Clock!
Is this the way, you
Wretch, every day you
Treat her who vow'd to love and obey you?
Out all night!
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Dream Roses
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
dreamy fragrant rose
on the avenue of sun
half scarlet half cream
slender elegance
living for the ripe summer
lush fields of honey
there will be singing
when the aged dawn turns noon
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Beauty Rose
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In many shades of floral, flawless beauty
their variant scents, sometimes fruity.
Swaying in sunbeams, joy flows
Solo dance, wind blows.
Heart-stopping
Rose
Smile dropping
Garden beauty pose
in lazy heat's daydream throes.
Bringing luxury to days, duly
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Shadow Fall
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Deep green fields,
Just concealed.
Color stained.
Scents remained.
Sun has gone,
Evening song.
Shadow fall,
Covers all.
Evening blaze,
Burns up days.
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Unforgettable Rose
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In the wilderness of emerald summer, rose blossoms brightness,
Like the moon's latterly visits, in pearly, glimmering contriteness.
Her scent lingers in the hearts and minds, of those who knew her,
Through the precious and golden days, gone by in a piquant blur.
Grace, beauty, and cool elegance, in a thousand delicate shades,
Swirling and dancing in silent places, that honeyed sun pervades.
Unforgettably luscious and languid, visitor to many dreamy hours,
Pursuing on a winding path to forever, with odd, hypnotic powers!
Scarlet Arising
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Hot sun
a stirring
in scarlet hours.
Sleeping beauty rises
Red rose.
Fragrance
drifts afar
on unseen wings.
Under the golden spell
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