Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts

Friday, 2 June 2017

"La Vie en Rose"...in May




"A Rose is a rose....


...is a rose is a rose.

Loveliness extreme...
 Extra gaiters, 
Loveliness extreme.


Sweetest ice-cream...



...Page ages page ages page ages...




...Wiped wiped wire wire.
Sweeter than peaches and pears and cream...



...Wiped wire wiped wire.
Extra extreme."

Gertrude Stein



 "What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;..."
 (From Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, 1600)

Meaning:
 What matters is what something is, not what it is called.

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'SWEET LOVE'...



...is the name of this most beautiful Rose I've planted last year in May


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May 2016

One year later:

May 2017

She is doing extremely well....


 

.... simply beautiful!


...and the scent - the fragrant 'outflow' - breathtaking.




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'BERNADETTE  LAFONT' - with an intensive perfume



"What a lovely thing a rose is !
Arthur Conan Doyle

Having said this....

If you enjoy the fragrance of a rose, you must accept the thorns which it bears. Isaac Hayes
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If you enjoy the fragrance of a rose, you must accept the thorns which it bears. Isaac Hayes
Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/i/isaachayes195364.html?src=t_thorns
If you enjoy the fragrance of a rose, you must accept the thorns which it bears. Isaac Hayes
Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/i/isaachayes195364.html?src=t_thorns

"If you enjoy the fragrance of a rose,  
you must accept the thorns which it bears."
- Isaac Hayes   



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"I'd rather have roses on my table.....



..... than diamonds on my neck."
Emma Goldmann


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"You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will...



...But the scent of the roses will hang around still."
Thomas Moore 

(If I only could transfer this scent to all of you...!)



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"It is the time you have spent on your rose...


...that makes her so important."
Antoine De Saint-Exupery


"It will never rain roses:
when we want to have more roses
we must plant more trees."
George Eliot



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 My little wild rose....
and
one of my favorite German poems:

Leise zieht durch mein Gemüt
Liebliches Geläute,
Klinge, kleines Frühlingslied,
Kling hinaus ins Weite.
Kling hinaus bis an das Haus,
Wo die Blumen sprießen,
Wenn du eine Rose schaust,
Sag, ich laß sie grüßen.  

Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)

 


"Softly flow through my soul,
sweet sounds of love,
sing, little spring song,
peal forth into the vast distance.
Flow toward that house,
where the little violets bloom,
and when you see a rose,
give her my greetings."
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 "A rose is a rose is a rose

The meaning most often attributed to this is the notion that when all is said and done, 
a thing is what it is.



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At last but not least...

THANK  YOU  ALL  for still visiting my blog !
and
THANK  YOU for your comments !
Can not tell how much I appreciate this.



Sending you a basket of roses with all my best wishes
for a wonderful Whitsun - Pentecôte - Weekend

A bientôt.....

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Remark:
"a thing is what it is."
This is in similar vein to Shakespeare's
'a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.'
When asked what she meant by the line, Stein said that in the time of Homer, or of Chaucer, 
"the poet could use the name of the thing and the thing was really there." 
As memory took it over, the thing lost its identity, 
and she was trying to recover that.
Gertrude Stein (February 3, 1874 – July 27, 1946) was an American novelist, poet, playwright, and art collector. Born in the Allegheny West neighborhood of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and raised in Oakland, California, Stein moved to Paris in 1903, and made France her home for the remainder of her life. She hosted a Paris salon, where the leading figures of modernism in literature and art, such as Pablo Picasso, Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Sinclair Lewis, Ezra Pound, and Henri Matisse, would meet.
More here 
 "A rose is a rose is a rose"
The sentence "Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose." written by Gertrude Stein as part of the 1913 poem "Sacred Emily", which appeared in the 1922 book Geography and Plays. In that poem, the first "Rose" is the name of a person. Stein later used variations on the sentence in other writings, and "A rose is a rose is a rose" is among her most famous quotations, often interpreted as meaning "things are what they are", a statement of the law of identity, "A is A". In Stein's view, the sentence expresses the fact that simply using the name of a thing already invokes the imagery and emotions associated with it, an idea also intensively discussed in the problem of universals debate where Peter Abelard and others used the rose as an example concept. As the quotation diffused through her own writing, and the culture at large, Stein once remarked, "Now listen! I’m no fool. I know that in daily life we don't go around saying 'is a ... is a ... is a ...' Yes, I’m no fool; but I think that in that line the rose is red for the first time in English poetry for a hundred years.".........
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Friday, 25 March 2016

Reflection - Good Friday 2016 - Karfreitag





"I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think

What man has made of man.

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes. 



The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:—
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,


To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there. 



If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?"

"Lines of Early Spring"
7 April 1770 – 23 April 1850

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Despite the present circumstances in Brussel, 
in Europe... Middle East... Far East....and...
in the whole world....


We wish this world a peaceful Easter,
as peaceful as it can be.

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Thursday, 27 February 2014

"Here comes the Sun"......




....after weeks and weeks, months and months of constant rain and grey....

...finally...


 ....we had one beautiful sunny day this week,
a sunny day with a deep blue sky!

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A quick peak into the garden...


...a few snap shots...


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Is Spring around the corner???


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Blue and sunny "compositions"....



18th Century French Faïences and old linen



"Light plays"

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"Once more the Heavenly Power
Makes all things new,
And domes the red-plowed hills
With loving blue;
The blackbirds have their wills,
The throstles too....."



"Opens a door in Heaven;
From skies of glass
A Jacob's ladder falls
On greening grass,
And o'er the mountain-walls
Young angels pass....."



 


 "...For now the Heavenly Power
Makes all things new,
And thaws the cold, and fills
The flower with dew;
The blackbirds have their wills,
The poets too."


by Alfred Lord Tennyson - Early Spring