a thought for John

for John, may you rest in peace


Music, when soft voices die,

Vibrates in the memory –

Odours, when sweet violets sicken,

Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,

Are heaped for the beloved’s bed;

And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,

Love itself shall slumber on.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 -1822)

taken from Love Poems, Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets

rose_0131 my favourite card at the moment – i go through phases and use different ones, but there is something melancholic, but beautiful about this peony.

2 thoughts on “a thought for John

  1. I love this poem- my daughter sings this, courtesy of Charles Wood, at school at the end of term in the summer and each girl who is leaving is given a rose- and I cry!


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