August, 2018

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Rose, Oh, Rose!


A sepal - petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn—
A flask of Dew—A Bee or two—
A Breeze—a'caper in the trees—
And I'm a Rose! 

- Emily Dickinson-

Summer heat is here. I can not go out under this cruel sun.
So I will use the photos of roses which I took in Portland, Oregon in June.
The famous Rose Test Garden was full of fragrance of the blooming roses of every color.

I will also introduce some of my favorite rose poems, from Japan and other countries.
I hope you enjoy yourself.
Try to write a poem on Rose, and will you send it to me?
Thank you in advance!

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

   Shakespeare 'Romeo and Juliet'



O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem,

 By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!

 The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem

 For that sweet odour which doth in it live.


Nobody knows this little Rose --

It might a pilgrim be

Did I not take it from the ways

And lift it up to thee.

Only a Bee will miss it --

Only a Butterfly,

Hastening from far journey --

On its breast to lie --

Only a Bird will wonder --

Only a Breeze will sigh --

Ah Little Rose -- how easy

For such as thee to die!
     Emily Dickinson

   A rose will convey your love
Much more than words do.
   My dear one who has always grown roses
Has now aged beautifully.

Together with you,
Memories side by side
We see the roses.

    A Red, Red Rose  

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose

 That’s newly sprung in June;

 O my Luve’s like the melodie

 That’s sweetly play’d in tune.


As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

 So deep in luve am I:

 And I will luve thee still, my dear,

 Till a’ the seas gang dry:

  Robert Burns

A single flow’r he sent me, since we met.

 All tenderly his messenger he chose;

 Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet—

One perfect rose.

   Dorothy Parker


I feel I am a Queen
When I go down the steps to the Rose Garden.


In my heart
My daughter lives forever
As a vermilion rose.

   For my whole life, what have I done?
The color of black rose appeared after three generations.
Thank you for your sharing my love of roses.
Wishing you a very beautiful bloom of roses in your garden,
I say good-bye for now. See you next month.

Harumi Okochi
mail to: info@yoyokaku.com