The rose is a flower unlike any other: it is a symbol full of historical significance and cultural references, encapsulating a host of associations, metaphors and allegorical meanings. It is the flower most linked to the expression of feelings, to the manifestation of emotions, affections and passions. Ambivalent in its form (the purity of its petals contrasts with spines of its stem), it has embodied (and still embodies) conflicting meanings that also depend on its colour. Morphologically linked to the circle, since ancient times it has been linked to themes of birth and rebirth, and the speed of its withering has made it a symbol of death and the fragility of existence. In many cultures it is also a typical symbol of spring, the season that represents eternity in miniature, with the renewal of life blooming after the cold of winter. Typically given as a gift, strictly in odd numbers, between lovers but also to mothers, perhaps for Mother’s Day, it is the most elegant flower and one of the most expensive.
A Red, Red Rose
BY ROBERT BURNS
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
So 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.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile….
A new week, new hopes, new expectations… I wish you a fine week in safety, warmth and love 🙂