London RosesPosted: May 28, 2015 Filed under: Kindness, Meditation, Mindfulness, Yoga | Tags: compassion, gratitude, kindness, love, nature, nebraska, Omaha, passion, Roses, Willa Cather, yoga 2 Comments
ROWSES, Rowses! Penny a bunch!” they tell you–
Slattern girls in Trafalgar, eager to sell you.
Roses, roses, red in the Kensington sun,
Holland Road, High Street, Bayswater, see you and smell you–
Roses of London town, red till the summer is done.
Roses, roses, locust and lilac, perfuming
West End, East End, wondrously budding and blooming
Out of the black earth, rubbed in a million hands,
Foot-trod, sweat-sour over and under, entombing
Highways of darkness, deep gutted with iron bands.
“Rowses, rowses! Penny a bunch!” they tell you,
Ruddy blooms of corruption, see you and smell you,
Born of stale earth, fallowed with squalor and tears–
North shire, south shire, none are like these, I tell you,
Roses of London perfumed with a thousand years.
I’m not sure why, but I love that picture.
… Hopefully its not one of your amazing photos I “borrowed” from the inter-webz? 😉
I hope you have a peaceful weekend, take care and be well!