Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ROLL OF THE ROSES, by NATHALIA CRANE First Line: We called the roll of the roses Last Line: With a troubadour tolling a bell. Subject(s): Flowers; Roses; Troubadours; Minnesingers | ||||||||
WE called the roll of the roses And all of the front rank red, Were present and ready for duty, To serve with the living or dead. We called the roll of the roses, But where were the yellow and white? With the troubadours on a terrace Somewhere secure in the night. We break no pledge to the poppies Or the culls of a country lane; Our own were alone in denying The levies we sought in vain. Now who shall match us a color In the talk of a kinship fair, When none of the white or the yellow, But only the red were there. We called the roll of the roses On the field where the roses fell; And a distant down made answer With a troubadour tolling a bell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RUDEL TO THE LADY OF TRIPOLI by ROBERT BROWNING SORDELLO: BOOK 1 by ROBERT BROWNING SORDELLO: BOOK 2 by ROBERT BROWNING SORDELLO: BOOK 3 by ROBERT BROWNING SORDELLO: BOOK 4 by ROBERT BROWNING SORDELLO: BOOK 5 by ROBERT BROWNING SORDELLO: BOOK 6 by ROBERT BROWNING THE DEATH OF GEOFFREY RUDEL, THE TROUBADOUR by ROWLAND EYLES EGERTON-WARBURTON BEHOLD THE MEADS by GUILLAUME DE POITIERS |
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