Poem of the Month: August

“Poetry is something that’s relevant to everyone’s life, whether they’re habitual readers of poetry or not.”
— Tracey K. Smith
“Poetry is something that’s relevant to everyone’s life, whether they’re habitual readers of poetry or not.”
— Tracey K. Smith

My father loved roses, especially red roses. After he died, we found his old journals and in one of them, he wrote “The two most beautiful things in the world: women and roses.” In our home in Indiana, he created a beautiful rose garden along the side and back of the house. That garden brought him so much joy. In honor of my father’s birthday this month and in honor of his love of roses, I offer this classic 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.

 

 

(Image found here.)

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