Shall I bring thee roses, roses white?
Oh! That my heart were pure as these were bright.
In thy sight, shall I bring thee roses red?
Oh! Give me the joy in which martyrs bled!
For the kind light of thy soul's windows,
How short of enough, to bring thee rose?
Shall I bring thee lilies and irises gold?
Oh! Spoke I fair as my heart would be bold ---
With Lilies of ochre and irises blue,
Could I tell all my hopes? Would you know I was true?
Solomon's envy, van Gogh to inspire
What can they avail to assuage my desire?
... There ought to be more, and I'll have to tighten up the meter (or maybe not!) but it occasioned this next long-lost, long-awaited little verse--- which is quite insufficient, given how long it took, I'm sure; which also fits the preceeding theme.
A Short Verse
The neighborhood children make dandelion bunches
With interspersed clovers and shamrocks assorted
For innocent sweethearts and mothers seraphic,
While running the fields where they ate picnic lunches.
Anyways. Now that we've got that out of the way... !
4 comments:
The last one is perfect. Is it for a certain game known as W&Q? I'm a sluggard!
It would be for a certain such game, having been due roughly eight months previously. Like the other, I wish there were more... but it'll do. Thanks, for the kind words!
+JMJ+
I love the first poem . . . but I've already told you that! ;-) There's something about red and white together in writing that I can't get enough of, although I don't like seeing them together in real life.
But oh, wait? You wanted me to comment on the second poem? =P
Well, the first poem is... I'm trying to keep to that (inkling? chesterbellocqian? ... someone important!) principle that the better love songs should still make sense when addressed to the Divine. I don't know how well I do at that here...
If I ever finish it, maybe I'll let you know how the story turns out.
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