"The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree
Are of equal duration."
~ T.S. Eliot, from Little Gidding
Showing posts with label Roses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Roses. Show all posts
Tuesday, November 8, 2016
The moment of the rose...
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The moment of the rose
Poem about a brief life, "the days of wine and roses" (Ernest Dowson)
They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.
~ Ernest Dowson
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.
~ Ernest Dowson
Labels:
Brief Life,
Days of Wine and Roses,
Dowson -Ernest,
Epitaphs,
poem,
Roses
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