A comparison of color in verse:
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As she breathed deeply into the scented rose,
she remembered his words:
Only you, dear Ruby, are my love,
my life, the flower of my dreams,
the fire in my heart.
And she blushed as she gazed
into the flaming sunset,
the cherry blossoms wafting
onto her russet locks.
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she remembered his words:
Only you, dear Ruby, are my love,
my life, the flower of my dreams,
the fire in my heart.
And she blushed as she gazed
into the flaming sunset,
the cherry blossoms wafting
onto her russet locks.
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Olivia Klonaris, Red, 1994
| And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine | |
| Burned like the ruby fire set | |
| In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine, | 15 |
| Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate, | |
| Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet | |
| With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine. |
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Oscar Wilde, In the Gold Room: a Harmony, 1881
7 comments:
lovely poem
Beautiful poem Livvy. Goes very well with the Wilde excerpt. BTW, red is my favorite color.
Lovely, especially yours! xx
Ooh it's pretty! I love the description you gave of the woman. It's like a modern take, on a classic verse. :D
Thank you all.
Odd thing is, I hadn't read any Oscar Wilde yet in 10th grade, when we were given the assignment. I think it was a free verse.
It makes me think of the 1920s.
Wow, that's certainly vivid! I can hear the orchestra playing in the background! This calls for more tea...
ooohhh, i'm loving it!!
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