Beauty and Beauty’s son and rosemary;
Venus and Love, her son, to speak plainly –
born of the sea supposedly,
at Christmas each, in company,
braids a garland of festivity.
Not always rosemary;
since the flight to Egypt, blooming indifferently.
With lancelike leaf, green but silver underneath,
its flowers; white originally;
turned blue. The herb of memory,
imitating the blue robe of Mary,
is not too legendary
to flower both as symbol and as pungency.
Springing from stones beside the sea,
the height of Christ when he was thirty-three,
it feeds on dew and to the bee
“hath a dumb language”; is in reality
a kind of Christmas tree.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Life, wait for me by Martin Zakovski
- Primitive by Sharon Olds
- In The Country – English Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
- Let It Be Forgotten by Sara Teasdale
- Robert Burns: O Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast:
- Валерий Брюсов – Еврейским девушкам
- did you die, Ophelia? by Raj Arumugam
- Sonnet 92: But do thy worst to steal thy self away by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Набоков – Верба
- Вера Павлова – Твоя хладность
- Slumber-Song by Siegfried Sassoon
- London Poets poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain’d poem – John Keats poems
- Валерий Брюсов – К Бальмонту (Погасни, исчезни)
- Song For The Severed Head In `The King Of The Great Clock Tower’ by William Butler Yeats
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
