Nobody knows this little Rose --It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it --Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey --
On its breast to lie --
Only a Bird will wonder --Only a Breeze will sigh --
Ah Little Rose -- how easy
For such as thee to die!
Poem byEmily Dickinson
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Images by Merisi
Captured in
Vienna's Volksgarten Rose Garden
and in Grete-Rehor-Park next
to the Parliament
Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI've never heard this poem by Emily before.
As a matter of fact you have captured a very interesting image there (besides the beautiful roses). The House Sparrow is a this year's juvenile undergoing post-juvenile moult. You can clearly see his male plumage emerging, though he has a little way to go yet to completion.
ReplyDeleteMay I have your permission to download it?
I've never heard this one either. Lovely poem, lovely images.
ReplyDeleteYour photos and Miss Emily's poetry complement one beautifully!
ReplyDeleteThese are beautiful! Did they smell as pretty as they look?
ReplyDeleteolde english roses are sublime, aren't they as is Ms Dickinson..
ReplyDeleteMs. Dickinson was a treasure and so are your pics.
ReplyDeleteThat ending is a bit harsh!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautifully dense swirl of rose petals and the sparrow is fascinating.
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