Treasure Island

yoonoos peerbocus

(05/08/1941 / Mauritius)

A Rose

Without any chart save your trust
In soulmost beauty
Is all your science
And your only heart born
Art which alone transforms

What is devotion
Into the rapture of a rose,
Leaning with the wind
At my window as a connection
Between immensity and me


Submitted: Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Edited: Thursday, June 21, 2012

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  • Soulful Heart (10/1/2011 11:58:00 PM)

    'makes the present eternal......' thats the symbolic event of the rose, its freshness motivating us to rethink our perspective of life....... so well composed...sweet (Report) Reply

  • Mbali Gina (7/21/2011 1:52:00 AM)

    Roses are for beautiness, I can even think reading this poem with my rose infront of me, smilling at it, your words are so emit, nice poem. (Report) Reply

  • Taylor Dubay (11/23/2010 6:55:00 PM)

    wow, this was amazing :) I can see this poem being discussed in a classroom where they have to pick it apart and try to figure out its meaning. I'm telling you, I smelt roses when i read it (Report) Reply

  • Ronny Self (9/12/2010 12:47:00 AM)

    'To shed the borrowed state.'-Or what is not one's own. Excellent read. Funny how nature reveals so much about us. (Report) Reply

  • David Champion (9/10/2010 10:59:00 PM)

    I found this a very evocative poem which speaks to me of human longing, not just for beauty, but for the possession of beauty when we know that beauty can never be possessed but only observed and experienced, longing for divine, for transcendence. So, my reading leaves me in the place of observer, feeling the 'unearthly' beauty of the rose, which seems beyond all beauty, perhaps like God, filling me with poignant sadness and with a strange loneliness - it must die, thus all beauty will die, and this tells me that I must die and leave all experience of beauty behind me, the loneliness being my estrangement from any notion of God or transcendence.

    Well written,
    David (Report) Reply

  • Tribhuvan Mendiratta (9/10/2010 5:52:00 AM)

    Rose embryo like blood sipping........ really imaginative.... I must add..
    That is charm of rose, its petals' softness, its blood red color
    That lovers cherish it and birds of love feed it with their blood (Report) Reply

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