Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Durham / England
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Durham / England
Saturday, May 12, 2001

A Dead Rose

Rating: 3.5
O Rose! who dares to name thee?
No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet;
But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubble-wheat,---
Kept seven years in a drawer---thy titles shame thee.

The breeze that used to blow thee
Between the hedgerow thorns, and take away
An odour up the lane to last all day,---
If breathing now,---unsweetened would forego thee.

The sun that used to smite thee,
And mix his glory in thy gorgeous urn,
Till beam appeared to bloom, and flower to burn,---
If shining now,---with not a hue would light thee.

The dew that used to wet thee,
And, white first, grow incarnadined, because
It lay upon thee where the crimson was,---
If dropping now,---would darken where it met thee.

The fly that lit upon thee,
To stretch the tendrils of its tiny feet,
Along thy leaf's pure edges, after heat,---
If lighting now,---would coldly overrun thee.

The bee that once did suck thee,
And build thy perfumed ambers up his hive,
And swoon in thee for joy, till scarce alive,---
If passing now,---would blindly overlook thee.

The heart doth recognise thee,
Alone, alone! The heart doth smell thee sweet,
Doth view thee fair, doth judge thee most complete,---
Though seeing now those changes that disguise thee.

Yes, and the heart doth owe thee
More love, dead rose! than to such roses bold
As Julia wears at dances, smiling cold!---
Lie still upon this heart---which breaks below thee!
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Dr Antony Theodore 02 October 2020
The fly that lit upon thee, To stretch the tendrils of its tiny feet, Along thy leaf's pure edges, after heat, - - If lighting now, - -would coldly overrun thee. a very fine poem. tony
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Leon s 18 September 2018
Nice poem, nice find
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Nice creation 09/03/2018
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Amar Agarwala 05 November 2016
A lovely composition, beautiful description fused with rare warmth.
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Chaitanya Reddy 11 May 2014
that's a very good poem
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Brian Jani 02 May 2014
Nice poem I like it very much
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Liliana ~el 12 April 2014
Beautiful, deep, captivating thy gorgeous urn...bloom, and flower to burn Statement about the past, abandonment, and change Fully descriptive Brings attention to the ideal of living completely in the present moment, cherishing with total mindfulness, thankfulness, and grace.
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Yes like the rose they fall for us When we are pink and sweet sixteen But time is short and petals fall And few come visiting in between Our lives are also like roses stretched into longer spans. When pink cheeks wrinkle with age few heads will turn when you pass by. Fresh roses have to fall and manure the earth so that new buds are born. All ye poets who read this are welcome to my page too...
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Hardik Vaidya 12 April 2013
I normally am blind and dud to appreciate old poetry, this one perhaps helped me feel I am not that dumb after all. What a Masterpeice.
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Deborah Cromer 02 February 2019
Have sight and see I love the oldest poetry Be wise and learn all Hear the rhyme and answer the call
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Tom Marvelo Riddle 12 April 2013
I am Lord Voldemort and I will devour your soul
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