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A Red, Red Rose - Poem by Robert Burns

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

Comments about A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

  • Rookie Angelima (5/25/2020 6:59:00 PM)

    That's a prime poem, Robert Burns is priming. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Big Shlong Master (5/15/2020 6:57:00 AM)

    Love it *sigh* had me in tears (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 208,416 Points Sandra Feldman (11/3/2019 11:41:00 PM)

    How Beautiful!
    Real Love Poetry! ! !
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  • Rookie Dawn Hodgetts (10/1/2019 12:31:00 PM)

    To my darling Gordon wherever you may be xx (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie (9/5/2019 10:23:00 PM)

    Poverty is a curse, let all know (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 15,824 Points Adeeb Alfateh (7/4/2019 12:30:00 AM)

    O my Luve's like a red, red rose
    That's newly sprung in June;
    O my Luve's like the melodie
    That's sweetly play'd in tune.

    beautiful sonnet
    love it
    great 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
    to my FAV list
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  • Gold Star - 145,855 Points Sylvia Frances Chan (2/2/2019 5:22:00 AM)

    Time and again I still enjoy this absolute classic poem, classic since the day he created this, simple words but containing a greatest read-appeal, so true, an immortal poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Bronze Star - 2,068 Points Gayatri Phukan (1/5/2019 12:33:00 AM)

    very very nice poem.thank you (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie susheela Shiju (11/13/2018 8:39:00 PM)

    wow beautifulkeep writing dear Robert10 (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 7,082 Points Bhagabat Prasad Hotta (11/10/2018 9:59:00 PM)

    Rose blooms in the garden...We feel the love of rose in the heart.................. (Report) Reply

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Red Poems
  1. 1. A Red, Red Rose
    Robert Burns
  2. 2. The Red Wheelbarrow
    William Carlos Williams
  3. 3. A Red Palm
    Gary Soto
  4. 4. Child In Red
    Rainer Maria Rilke
  5. 5. Among The Red Guns
    Carl Sandburg
  6. 6. A Red Flower
    Claude McKay
  7. 7. A Lady Red&Mdash;Amid The Hill
    Emily Dickinson
  8. 8. (375) Faded Red Dress
    Melvina Germain
  9. 9. The Vanishing Red
    Robert Frost
  10. 10. The Red Dress
    Dorothy Parker
  11. 11. The Red Poppy
    Louise Gluck
  12. 12. Across The Red Sky
    Katherine Mansfield
  13. 13. Red Faces
    Gertrude Stein
  14. 14. The Wolf's Postcript To 'Little Red Ridi..
    Agha Shahid Ali
  15. 15. I Love Red
    Alison Cassidy
  16. 16. Red Hanrahan's Song About Ireland
    William Butler Yeats
  17. 17. As Red Men Die
    Emily Pauline Johnson
  18. 18. Red Lips Are Not So Red
    Wilfred Owen
  19. 19. Battle Of Red Cliff
    Su Tung-po
  20. 20. Color Me Red
    >Starr Williams<
  21. 21. The Crowing Of The Red Cock
    Emma Lazarus
  22. 22. Red Dog
    Rudyard Kipling
  23. 23. Double Red Daisies
    Robert Graves
  24. 24. Many Red Devils Ran From My Heart
    Stephen Crane
  25. 25. The Red Shirt
    Philip Levine
  26. 26. I Love To Be Warm By The Red Fireside
    Robert Louis Stevenson
  27. 27. A Child In Red Dirt
    Marilyn Lott
  28. 28. The Red Son
    Carl Sandburg
  29. 29. Red Dust
    Philip Levine
  30. 30. The Legend Of One Red Rose
    A. Ed Bollington
  31. 31. The White Ships And The Red
    Joyce Kilmer
  32. 32. A Red Wheelbarrow
    Jack Spicer
  33. 33. Red, Red Gold
    Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
  34. 34. O Bring To Me A Red Red Rose
    Valerie Dohren
  35. 35. The Red-Haired Man
    Daniil Ivanovich Kharms
  36. 36. Faded Red Roses
    David Harris
  37. 37. The Red Flower
    Henry Van Dyke
  38. 38. The Ballad Of The Red Earl
    Rudyard Kipling
  39. 39. The Red Rose
    Abdul Sattar
  40. 40. Black Or White, The Blood Is Red
    Rajaram Ramachandran
  41. 41. The Red Rose
    Alison Cassidy
  42. 42. To Robin Red-Breast
    Robert Herrick
  43. 43. Red*
    Rain Storm
  44. 44. The Little Red Portrait
    Joey Nissen
  45. 45. A Barrel Of Ruby Red Wine
    Marilyn Lott
  46. 46. A Bright Red Scream
    Amy Kerswell
  47. 47. My Little Red Car (Fun Poem 30)
    David Harris
  48. 48. Red
    alexandre arnau
  49. 49. Bakker The Red- Nosed Evangelist (Sung T..
    Joe Rosochacki
  50. 50. The Song Of The Red Man
    Henry Clay Work

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Red Poems

  1. Child In Red

    Sometimes she walks through the village in her little red dress all absorbed in restraining herself, and yet, despite herself, she seems to move according to the rhythm of her life to come. She runs a bit, hesitates, stops, half-turns around... and, all while dreaming, shakes her head for or against. Then she dances a few steps that she invents and forgets, no doubt finding out that life moves on too fast. It's not so much that she steps out of the small body enclosing her, but that all she carries in herself frolics and ferments. It's this dress that she'll remember later in a sweet surrender; when her whole life is full of risks, the little red dress will always seem right.

  2. Among The Red Guns

    Among the red guns, In the hearts of soldiers Running free blood In the long, long campaign: Dreams go on. Among the leather saddles, In the heads of soldiers Heavy in the wracks and kills Of all straight fighting: Dreams go on. Among the hot muzzles, In the hands of soldiers Brought from flesh-folds of women-- Soft amid the blood and crying-- In all your hearts and heads Among the guns and saddles and muzzles: Dreams, Dreams go on, Out of the dead on their backs, Broken and no use any more: Dreams of the way and the end go on.

  3. The Red Wheelbarrow

    so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.

  4. A Red Palm

    You're in this dream of cotton plants. You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds Fall with a sigh. You take another step, Chop, and the sigh comes again, Until you yourself are breathing that way With each step, a sigh that will follow you into town. That's hours later. The sun is a red blister Coming up in your palm. Your back is strong, Young, not yet the broken chair In an abandoned school of dry spiders. Dust settles on your forehead, dirt Smiles under each fingernail. You chop, step, and by the end of the first row, You can buy one splendid fish for wife And three sons. Another row, another fish, Until you have enough and move on to milk, Bread, meat. Ten hours and the cupboards creak. You can rest in the back yard under a tree. Your hands twitch on your lap, Not unlike the fish on a pier or the bottom Of a boat. You drink iced tea. The minutes jerk Like flies. It's dusk, now night, And the lights in your home are on. That costs money, yellow light In the kitchen. That's thirty steps, You say to your hands, Now shaped into binoculars. You could raise them to your eyes: You were a fool in school, now look at you. You're a giant among cotton plants. Now you see your oldest boy, also running. Papa, he says, it's time to come in. You pull him into your lap And ask, What's forty times nine? He knows as well as you, and you smile. The wind makes peace with the trees, The stars strike themselves in the dark. You get up and walk with the sigh of cotton plants. You go to sleep with a red sun on your palm, The sore light you see when you first stir in bed.

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