What love is like

"my love is like a red, red rose..." Who hasn't read or heard those immortal lines by Scottish poet Robert Burns? But what does his poem tell us about the nature of metaphor, and even about the use of roses in literature? What does it tell us about permanence and temporality? Consider these ideas and view some lovely photos of fresh roses from the garden, at blog.amynelsonhahn.info

Simplicity and posterity

How often do we simulate
or dissipate the various
semblances of our casual misnomers
for the grandest of our sentiments?
A simple rose takes on
the aegis and mantle of
all plethora meaning love,
meaning longing, meaning
softness we recall yet cannot
precisely recollect -- it has
escaped us, just as
the languid rose, in her dubious
beauty, eludes posterity:
her skirts around her crumble,
color falling from her cheek
as lastly she bids adieu.
Copyright (c) 2012 Amy Nelson Hahn

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