How red the roses were
In that narrow lane
Where we used to meet,
Met and met again.
I see you sitting there
On a stone stair.
On your golden hair
Fell the enamoured air.
The roses were too red
At our cottage door;
Warm light covered the floor,
Flowed and spread.
The ivy was too black,
The roses were too red.
They withered on the stem–
How I remember them.
Do you remember too?
The sky was far too blue.
Your eyes were far fluer.
(They alone were true.)
We wandered by the sea
Led by a lucky star
Known to antiquity.
How good to breathe the air.
I tired of the cottage wall,
The oak tree, and the yew,
Tired of the falling snow,
There was no place to go.
Tired of the blue and green,
The cold rain and the dew,
The winding, vanishing scene–
Tired of all things but you.
(Marya Zaturenska)
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