O months of blossoming, months of transfigurations, May without cloud and June stabbed to the heart,... I shall not ever forget the lilacs or the roses Nor those the spring has kept folded away apart.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He gets red roses in different places, the head, that time he was as sleepy as a river,... the back, that time he was a broken scarecrow, the arm like a diamond had bitten it, the leg, twisted like a licorice stick....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Tommy is three and when he's bad his mother dances with him.... She puts on the record, "Red Roses for a Blue Lady" and throws him across the room.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,... Quite overcanopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine: There sleeps Titania sometime of the night, Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This is rather different from the receptions I used to get fifty years ago. They threw things at me then--but they were not roses.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We all agree now--by "we" I mean intelligent people under sixty--that a work of art is like a rose. A rose is not beautiful becaus...e it is like something else. Neither is a work of art. Roses and works of art are beautiful in themselves. Unluckily, the matter does not end there: a rose is the visible result of an infinitude of complicated goings on in the bosom of the earth and in the air above, and similarly a work of art is the product of strange activities in the human mind.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And before, with banner red, Through the blizzard snow unseen,... All unharmed by hail of lead, With a step like snow so light, Showered in myriad pearls of snow. Crowned in wreath of roses white, Christ leads onward as they go.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I've roses to guard In the architectural prettiness of my yard.... (But there are no paths remarkable for wide Believable welcomes.)LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »