The Grave Of The Albion Rose Poem by Floyd Zimmerman

The Grave Of The Albion Rose

Rating: 5.0


Bare; on the grim horizon blow
The weeping, wailing winds of woe.
The individual crying in the wilderness,
The frail voice of Winter's sorrow.

Gone, the sun! Gone, the light!
Gone, the breaking day!
An English rose bled in her bed and
Fell into an English grave.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Philosophy of a DewyFlower 03 September 2009

well expressed! I touched a charm of sadness here. a beautiful bleeding Rose exactly as the LIFE.

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Jen Capaldi 27 August 2009

great saddness mixed with great symbolic expression. beautiful Jen

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Delwen Doyle 08 May 2008

I agree with David - beautiful imagery.

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Tyease Collins 06 May 2008

That is absolutely beautiful. Sad, but so beautiful. Tyease

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David Desantis 06 May 2008

very nice man, beautiful imagery, and sad all at once.....the albion rose huh, i guess i'd like to see that.10/10

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