Rosemary Poem by Marianne Moore

Rosemary

Rating: 2.8


Beauty and Beauty's son and rosemary -
Venus and Love, her son, to speak plainly -
born of the sea supposedly,
at Christmas each, in company,
braids a garland of festivity.
Not always rosemary -

since the flight to Egypt, blooming indifferently.
With lancelike leaf, green but silver underneath,
its flowers - white originally -
turned blue. The herb of memory,
imitating the blue robe of Mary,
is not too legendary

to flower both as symbol and as pungency.
Springing from stones beside the sea,
the height of Christ when he was thirty-three,
it feeds on dew and to the bee
"hath a dumb language"; is in reality
a kind of Christmas tree.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anil Kumar Panda 29 January 2017

What a beautiful poem! The style is unique. Thanks for sharing and Congrats.

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Sylvaonyema Uba 13 April 2018

Venus and love, her son to speak plainly. SYLVA-ONYEMA UBA

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Douglas Scotney 26 February 2018

there's enough importance for poetry to get a look in as well as everything else

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Susan Williams 29 January 2017

novel presentation of her thesis but the emotional impact is one more of loneliness than loveliness to me

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Tom Allport 29 January 2017

lovely poem about the life of rosemary.

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Richard Wlodarski 29 January 2017

Rich in imagery. Novel style. Educational.

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