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I Know Why the Red Rose Weeps

June 13, 2018

 

I know why the red rose weeps,
Why she hides her tears in dew
As the summer breezes sweep                       
From those seas of peaceful blue,
And then like our dreams
She fades with the morning dew.
 
I know why the red rose weeps
Through the dreamy months of June
As the golden breezes sweep
Over the ocean rocks, hewn
By Neptune’s tide
As he guards each sailor’s tomb.             
 
And I know why the red rose weeps
While birds sing their matin lay
And a gentle breeze sweeps
Our cares somewhere far away
Where the grasshoppers leap
And the happy children play.

I know why the red rose weeps
Throughout dreary September
As the autumnal wind keeps
Songs that are more sober
And the sap slowly seeps
Into lonesome October.

And I know why the red rose weeps
Through the month of January
As the frigid wind creeps
Through her sweet sanctuary
And the summer’s cradle
Becomes her cemetery.              

For when the rose parts with its petals
And the fragrance of its dying breath
On fleeting breezes settles,

Seeing her beauty bereft
While the air carries the ocean's brine
Makes life all the more sweet with Death.

 

I know why the red rose weeps

When her buds have yet to see the day,

When beauty still sleeps

Through flowery May,

And the frost still keeps

Our dreams at bay.

 

For as when one can almost hear

The sun’s rays dancing

On the golden fields

And each frond spreading

As the wind softly passes

And the skylarks sing,

So I know why the red rose weeps
Why she hides her tears in dew
As the golden breezes sweep
From those seas of peaceful blue
And then like our dreams
She fades with the morning dew.

 

David is a translator, poet and linguist based in Montreal.

 

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