Bare; on the grim horizon blow
The weeping, wailing winds of woe.
The individual crying in the wilderness,
The frail voice of Winter's sorrow.
Gone, the sun! Gone, the light!
Gone, the breaking day!
An English rose bled in her bed and
Fell into an English grave.
great saddness mixed with great symbolic expression. beautiful Jen
very nice man, beautiful imagery, and sad all at once.....the albion rose huh, i guess i'd like to see that.10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well expressed! I touched a charm of sadness here. a beautiful bleeding Rose exactly as the LIFE.