ROSEMARY Beauty and Beautys son and rosemary Venus and Love, her son, to speak plainly born of the sea supposedly, at Christmas each, in company, braids a garland of festivity. Not always rosemary since the flight to Egypt, blooming differently. With lancelike leaf, green but silver underneath, its flowerswhite originally turned blue. The herb of memory, imitating the blue robe of Mary, is not too legendary to flower both as symbol and as pungency. Springing from stones beside the sea, the height of Christ when thirty-three it feeds on dew and to the bee hath a dumb language; is in reality a kind of Christmas-tree.
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About Marianne Moore, Complete Poems
Marianne Moore, Complete Poems.
Themes
- Poetry — The art of language, rhythm, and emotional expression