I plucked your flower, O world!
I pressed it to my heart and the
thorn pricked.
When the day waned and it
darkened, I found that the flower had
faded, but the pain remained.
More flowers will come to you with
perfume and pride, O world!
But my time for flower-gathering
is over, and through the dark night
I have not my rose, only the pain
remains.
Rabindranath Tagore
11 thoughts:
Gorgeous in Sepia!
The tone of the poem is fitting for the mood of the sepia rose.
What a beautiful picture!
I has a light and old feel to it.
Delightful!
Hi!
This is beautiful!!! Have a great day!
Sherrie
http://splummer-aviewofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/sepia-scenes_23.html
Very pretty sepia photo, but I absolutely love your header photo - fits the name of your blog PERFECTLY!
Have a wonderful week!
a rose in any color is beautiful. I love the thought. Hope you can stop by to see my sepia scene Thanks!
The photo is so beautiful but the poem is sad. Aging is sad! :)
I think the sepia enhances the folds and texture
beautiful!!
Lovely in sepia! I like the softness and richness of sepia. ;-)
Love love love the rose and the poem is perfect with it!
The range of tonal depths in this sepia rose is quite amazing and enchanting!
Beautiful...thanks for sharing this. I will check out that sepia scene site.
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