A Song To Eleonora Duse In Poem by Sara Teasdale
A Song To Eleonora Duse In
Oh would I were the roses, that lie against her hands,
The heavy burning roses she touches as she stands!
Dear hands that hold the roses, where mine would love to be,
Oh leave, oh leave the roses, and hold the hands of me!
She draws the heart from out them, she draws away their breath,—
Oh would that I might perish and find so sweet a death!
A beautiful poem of six lines that captures a moment and a moment's thoughts! Glad to see this poem selected as the 'Poem of the Day'!
On the arms of love if the death comes when the red roses welcome both of us to live till last breath then it will be a great life of love ~ probably this theme is depicted by the poet Sara Teasdale in this poem
It seems to be a premonition of her sadly fate. A poetess of high stature an touching imaginative lyricism.
A marvelous life song and a glowing tribute to Eleonora Duse. A great classic song.
Oh leave, oh leave the roses, and hold the hands of me! She draws the heart from out them, she draws away their breath, — Oh would that I might perish and find so sweet a death! very fine porm. tony
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Life and death! ! ! " Dear hands that holds the roses" ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.