Guest guest Posted May 20, 2001 Report Share Posted May 20, 2001 When midsummer snow falls And the winter lily blooms, And crocus lifts from red leaves, And the yew tree gives birth, Then the blue rose opens its petals Slowly, slowly, and its heart. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 20, 2001 Report Share Posted May 20, 2001 white wolfe confers on you the most esteemed high and noble honour.....court poet of the flowers that are still waiting to bloom.....awesome poetry!.....WOW!....double and triple WOW!!!....^^~~~~~ > When midsummer snow falls > And the winter lily blooms, > And crocus lifts from red leaves, > And the yew tree gives birth, > Then the blue rose opens its petals > Slowly, slowly, and its heart. > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 21, 2001 Report Share Posted May 21, 2001 Hi Wolf, >white wolfe confers on you the most esteemed high and noble honour.....court >poet of the flowers that are still waiting to bloom.....awesome >poetry!.....WOW!....double and triple WOW!!!....^^~~~~~ Thanks, honey! I can't judge my own poetry, but I think this one is highly derivative. Your blue rose on a background of the Four Quartets... it just swirled around and settled in a new way. ) Love, Dharma > When midsummer snow falls > And the winter lily blooms, > And crocus lifts from red leaves, > And the yew tree gives birth, > Then the blue rose opens its petals > Slowly, slowly, and its heart. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 21, 2001 Report Share Posted May 21, 2001 Hi Vicki, >When midsummer snow falls >And the winter lily blooms, >And crocus lifts from red leaves, >And the yew tree gives birth, >Then the blue rose opens its petals >Slowly, slowly, and its heart. >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > >Hi Dharma , > >Does the snow in your poem melt in the air >or it reaches the ground ? Well, I don't see that in the poem. Did you know someone once wrote a whole book on Lady Macbeth's childhood? Psyched it all out from the play. My mother remembered when it once snowed on the 4th of July... but I don't think she said whether it reached the ground. Is it important? If you're asking about the image in my mind, I don't have that extensive an image... I see midsummer snow... a winter lily blooming (don't ask if it's in a field or a flower bed, or if it's surrounded by snow or dribbling an icicle)... a yellow crocus with red leaves (I strained a bit on that one, wanted autumn in spring... the yew tree is the death tree, that's why it's giving birth. Love, Dharma Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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