George Eliot (Джордж Элиот)

Roses

You love the roses--so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once! 

George Eliot’s other poems:

  1. I Grant You Ample Leave
  2. Mid My Gold-Brown Curls
  3. How Lisa Loved the King
  4. Bright, o Bright Fedalma
  5. Two Lovers

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Robert Buchanan (Роберт Бьюкенен) Roses (“Sad, and sweet, and wise”)
  • Joyce Kilmer (Джойс Килмер) Roses (“I went to gather roses and twine them in a ring”)

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