Sunday, June 5, 2016

Poetry Sunday: A Red, Red Rose

That Robbie Burns; he could write a love poem.
 A Red, Red Rose
  by Robert Burns
O my Luve is like a red, red rose 
   That’s newly sprung in June; 
O my Luve is like the melody 
   That’s sweetly played in tune.
 
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, 
   So deep in luve am I; 
And I will luve thee still, my dear, 
   Till a’ the seas gang dry.
 
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, 
   And the rocks melt wi’ the sun; 
I will love thee still, my dear, 
   While the sands o’ life shall run.
 
And fare thee weel, my only luve! 
   And fare thee weel awhile! 
And I will come again, my luve, 
   Though it were ten thousand mile.
A red, red rose newly sprung in June. 

8 comments:

  1. Very fitting the poem and the image. Lovely poem! :-)

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  2. Very nice. Appreciate you sharing.

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  3. Some days I feel more like all the seas ran dry than I do like a red, red rose. Perhaps I should write a love poem for aging lovers. Ha Ha.

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    1. Maybe I should balance things out by featuring a poem for aging lovers next Sunday!

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  4. Our roses are starting to bloom here in upstate New York. You gave me an idea. And yes, it would be nice to have a poem for aging lovers. I'm chuckling - alas, I can identify with dry seas, too.

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    1. I suspect many of us can relate to that line.

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