Quiet Poetry Lounge : The Rose Dies

Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by Archival, Jun 18, 2001.

  1. Archival

    Archival Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
    The bridal of the earth and sky,
    The dew shall weep your fall tonight,
    The rose will die.

    Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave,
    Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye:
    The root is ever in its grave,
    And the rose must die.

    Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
    A box where sweets compacted lie,
    The worldly delights have their closes,
    So the rose will die.

    Sweet spring, petals fall, the stem folds,
    From dust to dust as watchers sigh,
    It's face held high now whithered and cold,
    The rose dies.

    Bright flame, burns twice as fast,
    And yet for this it never cries,
    Such brilliance wasn't meant to last,
    For everything dies...

    The question is,
    Did we ever live?

    The rose lived.


    --Archival
     
  2. Afridancr

    Afridancr Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Did we ever live?

    this is a good question and thought provoking.

    thank you.
     
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