✥ “And the still, warm life of the roses fair / That whisper “Come,” / With promises / Of sweet caresses, close and pure…”— Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson, from Violets and Other Tales; “Amid the Roses”
✥ “Are you fond of roses? It feels to me: as if all the roses in the world bloom for you and by means of you, — and that only through an act of royal condescension do you maintain the pretense that they aren’t really yours and allow the Spring to keep them.”— Rainer Maria Rilke, in a letter to Lou Andreas-Salomé, 3 June 1897
✥ “Omens, stars, roses, seasons, bodies and their most intricate love paths.”— Paul Valéry, tr. by Hilary Corke, from The Collected Works; “Fragments of the Narcissus,”
✥ “Dawn with arms of roses”— Sappho, from fragment 58, tr. by Anne Carson
✥ “The roots of last year’s roses in my breast;”— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Sonnets (XXXIV) in “Collected Poems Of Edna St. Vincent Millay”
✥ “March roses shall burn me in the land where I was first born. Pomegranate blossoms will conceive of me, and I will be born from it once more.”— Mahmoud Darwish, “Almond Blossoms and Beyond”
✥ “I can hear the almost / unhearable sound of the roses singing.”— Mary Oliver, from “How I Go to the Woods”
✥ “A thousand beauties fill the garden: the scent of roses, the murmur of water gently flowing in the stream… but how can one describe the indescribable?”— Rumi, tr. by Maryam Mafi & Azima Melita Kolin
✥ “The bowl of wild roses. The English knives and forks. Greek cigarettes. The battered and sea-stained notebook in which I rough out my poems.”— Lawrence Durrel, from “Prospero’s Cell: and Reflections on a Marine Venus”
✥ “But the roses wouldn’t grow in my hair.”— Mary Oliver, from Rumi in “Blue Horses: Poems”
✥ “That romantic star (one for magnolia, one for the roses).”— Federico García Lorca, “One”
✥ “I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”— Friedrich Nietzsche
✥ “In sleep, I become a garden of roses blooming in the dark.”— Lisa Marie Basile, from “Light Magic for Dark Times,”
✥ “In roses, inside my eyes and in my soul, there is a morning in which I erase and am erased.”— Adonis, from “First Poems; They Say I’m Done For.” tr. by Khaled Mattawa.
✥ “I am an old boudoir full of withered roses,”— Charles Baudelaire, from Spleen in “The Flowers Of Evil”
✥ “Ask me no more than love, — See, the west is all roses!— Darkness comes down from above; No more — the hour closes;”— John Gould Fletcher, from “Night Song; The Tree of Life: Poems”
✥ “The solace of dawn; solace sweet as scent from lips of roses.”— Henrik Ibsen, from The Complete Plays & Works; “The Last Pages of a Diary”
✥ “It was my blood that made the roses red. Did they tell you that? My pain shaped the whole world.”— Trista Mateer, “Aphrodite Made Me Do It”
✥ “Still I shall garland you with yesteryear’s roses, The phantom I hold so dear.”— Alexander Blok, from “Whether I write,” tr. by Alex Miller
✥ “Your moon-kissed roses seem better than love or sleep,”— Ernest Dowson, from The Poems of Ernest Dowson; “To One in Bedlem”
✥ “Roses rooted in your heart,”— George Seferis, from Selected Poems; “Epitaph,”
✥ “Evening breeze— the white roses all sway”— Masaoka Shiki, from “A Haiku Garden: The Four Seasons In Poems And Prints”
✥ “The roses were open to the very heart, fainting in their own fragrance;”— Rosamond Lehmann, from “Dusty Answer”
✥ “Won’t you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.”— Richard B. Sheridan
✥ “Go outside where the world awaits you like a garden. Go outside to the roses,”— Friedrich Nietzsche, from The Complete Works: “Thus Spoke Zarathustra,”
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