The Rose did caper on her cheek --
Her Bodice rose and fell --
Her pretty speech -- like drunken men --
Did stagger pitiful --
Her fingers fumbled at her work --
Her needle would not go --
What ailed so smart a little Maid --
It puzzled me to know --
Till opposite -- I spied a cheek
That bore another Rose --
Just opposite -- Another speech
That like the Drunkard goes --
A Vest that like her Bodice, danced --
To the immortal tune --
Till those two troubled -- little Clocks
Ticked softly into one.
"The Rose did caper on her cheek"
Emily Dickinson
Photographed by Merisi
in the Volksgarten's
Rose Garden
May 29, 2009
Thursday 11 June 2009
Roses in the Morning
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Again...Emily Dickinson!!!! I am swept away from the everyday by all this beauty...When the roses came up on my screen, I was sure I caught a faint perfume to the air...These are fantastic...so crisp, so beautiful...I could reach into the photos and touch the soft, velvety petals! This is a wow, Merisi!!! I give you a standing ovation! ~Janine XO
ReplyDeleteGorgeous roses. They look like dresses... it all fits the poem you chose, so nicely.
ReplyDeleteI am getting ready to go to work now... and looking at this has given me so much happiness in the morning. Thank you!
Well, aren't they beautiful! Lovely.
ReplyDeleteI kept sniffing, too...the photos are soooo good! And a great poem, of course.
ReplyDeleteMerci, Merisi!
I was on the phone with my dad tonight and I asked him about his former rose garden - he talked non-stop for two hours. I "think" he misses it. I sent my brother the link to here so he could share these with dad. :)
ReplyDeleteI was struck by the circular forms of the roses in the third pic - a beautiful design in itself (even without the gorgeous colors)
ReplyDeleteI've been loving your rose photos over the last couple of weeks.
ReplyDeleteI especially loved the photos from Sunday 7/6 - they were glorious.
Who couldn't love a rose??
(My bare-rooted ones arrive soon for planting).
Sush a sweet Emily Dickinson poem so beautifully complemented by the lovely roses of the Volksgarten.
ReplyDeleteA lovely post.
these look as ephemeral as cotton candy, such poignant beauty
ReplyDeletesniff sniff...
ReplyDeleteRoses for perfect poetry from a favourite poet.
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