Ormai mi sto affezionando al mondo delle rose, ed a questo forum, popolato da persone competenti, gentili, ma soprattutto appassionate con in comune il grande amore per le rose. :love_4: :love_4:
Ai nuovi (spero) amici (e chiaramente amiche), voglio dedicare questa poesia di George Eliot, dal nome (e come potrebbe essere altrimenti) ROSES:
ROSES
You love the roses - so do I. I wish
They 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 1819-1880
Ai nuovi (spero) amici (e chiaramente amiche), voglio dedicare questa poesia di George Eliot, dal nome (e come potrebbe essere altrimenti) ROSES:
ROSES
You love the roses - so do I. I wish
They 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 1819-1880