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Friday, May 15, 2015

A Lady Red


Top left & right Rosa 'Baron Girod de l'Ain, centre top and bottom Rosa 'Munstead Wood' bottom left Rosa 'Souvenir de Docteur Jamaine'



A LADY red upon the hill        
Her annual secret keeps;        
A lady white within the field   
In placid lily sleeps!       
 
The tidy breezes with their brooms          
Sweep vale, and hill, and tree!
Prithee, my pretty housewives!
Who may expected he?  
 
The neighbors do not yet suspect!   
The woods exchange a smile—                  
Orchard, and buttercup, and bird—  
In such a little while!     
 
And yet how still the landscape stands,     
How nonchalant the wood,     
As if the resurrection            
Were nothing very odd!

Emily Dickinson

Red Blaze 
He touched me, so I live to know
Rear Window- The Entering Takes Away
Said Death to Passion
 We Wear the Mask That Grins And Lies
It was not death for I stood alone
The Music in the Violin Does Not Emerge Alone
I tend my flowers for thee
Lavinia Norcross Dickinson
Pray gather me anemone! 
Ample make her bed
His caravan of red 
Me-come! My dazzled face  
Develops pearl and weed

But peers beyond her mesh
Surgeons must be very careful
Water is taught by thirst
I could not prove that years had feet
April played her fiddle
A violin in Baize replaced
I think the longest hour
The spirit lasts
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