25 Wednesday Jul 2012
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© Joan Currie
I never heard
Of any true affection, but ’twas nipt
With care, that, like the caterpillar, eats
The leaves of the spring’s sweetest book, the rose.
by Middleton
I have a rose for every tender new dream.
16 Thursday Feb 2012
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© Joan Currie - My Valentine Roses
She comes not when Noon is on the roses —
Too bright is Day.
She comes not to the Soul till it reposes
From work and play.
But when Night is on the hills, and the great Voices
Roll in from Sea,
By starlight and by candlelight and dreamlight
She comes to me.
by Herbert Trench
The sweet fragrance of last night lingers…
17 Sunday Apr 2011
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© Joan Currie
A primrose by the river’s brim
A yellow rose was to him.
And it was nothing more.
William Wordsworth
The lovely cadmium yellow roses reminded me of the Dutch masters’ paintings – I had to bring them home.
26 Saturday Feb 2011
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© Joan Currie
There is nothing more difficult for a truly creative painter than to paint a rose, because before he can do so he has first to forget all the roses that were ever painted. – Henri Matisse
My daughters were very adept at making Lego sculptures. One spray-painted her masterpiece in gold and this vase from Copenhagen reminds me of that creation.
Satin & Sand 