Ah Little Rose – how easy For such as thee to die!

Rosa 'Königin von Dänemark' - June 18 2018

Nobody knows this little Rose –

It might a pilgrim be

Did I not take it from the ways

And lift it up to thee.

Only a Bee will miss it –

Only a Butterfly,

Hastening from far journey –

On it’s breast to lie –

Only a Bird will wonder –

Only a Breeze will sigh –

Ah Little Rose – how easy

For such as thee to die!

Emily Dickinson

Every day I visit my garden to check on my plants. There are some that like my Rosemary’s cat, Casi-Casi have humanity in them. Roses to me have that. It may be that they represent in their names long gone people that I knew or know about. 

There is Rosa ‘James Mason’ that is a modern Gallica (once blooming) that was hybridized by Peter Beales who is no longer with us. I met him and he gave me advice on growing roses and dedicated his singular book, Classic Roses, to my granddaughter Rebecca whom I hope, someday, will return to her roses.

Some people find it odd when I tell them that my scans of my roses are special and different because they communicate with me.

To look at once-blooming Gallicas and Albas (not remontant) is to say goodbye as they lose their petals with no promise of new blooms. It is almost as we tell each other goodbye and hope that in the next year we will be together again.

As Casi-Casi get his twice-daily shots of insulin and we carry him up the stairs he and my roses remind me of the impermanence of things good and how we must enjoy them while we can.

 More Emily Dickinson  

For hold them, blue to blue

The colour of the grave is green

 Its temple stands, alway,

The Woman in white 

 Her Grace is not all she has  

To know if any human eyes were near
Linda Melsted - the music of the violin does not emerge alone
The Charm invests her face
A sepal, a petal and a thorn
The Savior must have been a docile Gentleman
T were blessed to have seen
There is no frigate like a book
I pay in satin cash

Emily Dickinson's White Dress & a Hunter of Lost Souls

El vestido blanco - The White Dress
Water makes many beds
 The viola da gamba
 But sequence ravelled out of reach
 A parasol is the umbrella's daughter
 Without the power to die
 Lessons on the piny
Ample make this bed
How happy is the little stone

 Sleep is supposed to be
The shutting of the eye
I dwell in possibility
when Sappho was a living girl
In a library
 A light exists in spring
The lady dare not lift her veil
 I took my power in my hand
 I find my feet have further goals
 I cannot dance upon my toes
The Music of the Violin does not emerge alone
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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