Where are the irises gone? An Easter poem with greetings from Sr. Rose

By Vincent Van Gogh

 Are the irises deadHave they lost their bloom?Are they shrunken and shriveledAre they gone so soon? Is their deep purple lessAnd their curl no more?Have the irises droopedTaking color from my world? Or do they liveIn rich purple blues?Do they sand alertCatching spring’s early dew? First the bold crocus breaksHard winter’s dirtThen the scented hyacinthWith springtime flirts And my irises s … [Read more...]


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