Thursday 16 June 2011

A Rose


"Nobody knows this little Rose
It might a pilgrim be ... "
Emily Dickinson


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Photographed
in the late afternoon
of Sunday, 29 May 2011,
in Vienna's Rose Garden
Volksgarten


Images and Text
© by Merisi


15 comments:

  1. It DEFINITELY looks like a Pilgrim to me...
    bien sur
    absolutement
    OUI!
    :)

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  2. PS
    Kind of amazing how you make a rose on it's last legs look good!

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  3. It looks so delicate. Love the pink against the blue sky.

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  4. Fading roses can be so poignant...

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  5. Paris Breakfast,
    merci! :-)

    Kelly H-Y,
    yes, it touched my heart too.

    Vicki Lane,
    I agree!

    Here is the poem by Emily Dickinson:

    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!

    Wishing you all a day filled with roses,
    Merisi

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  6. Anonymous17 June, 2011

    "Mignonne, allons voir si la rose
    Qui ce matin avoit desclose
    Sa robe de pourpre au Soleil,
    A point perdu ceste vesprée
    Les plis de sa robe pourprée,
    Et son teint au vostre pareil.
    ..."
    Ode à Cassandre
    Pierre de Ronsard (16th century)

    Thats what came to my mind when seeing your picture of that divine rose.
    Old French.

    Marie-Noëlle

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  8. That rose makes me think of dawn.

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  11. Marie-Noëlle,
    merci beaucoup for this beautiful poem! :-)


    Paris Breakfast,
    it is life. Therefore, carpe diem,
    as long as we still breathe.


    Charles Gramlich,
    I try to imagine what kind of short story you'd weave around that dawn! ;-)

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  12. Anonymous18 June, 2011

    Found some translation for your readers, if interested :

    Ode To Cassandra

    Mignonne, come let us see if the rose
    Which this morning opened
    Her robe of crimson to the sun,
    Has not already lost, at evening,
    The folds of her crimson robe,
    And her complexion, so like your own.

    - not Old English, but this can give an idea of the poem -
    Marie-Noëlle

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  13. Marie-Noëlle,
    thank you, very kind of you!
    I never studied French, but I love French poetry, and - first through translations - have learned to "understand" and love, for example, the original "Invitation au Voyage by Baudelaire and Valéry's "Le cimetière marin". Speaking Italian helps, but I will forever bemoan that I did not take French in school.

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