On Day 3 of the Blog chatter’s
#WRITEAPAGEADAY, Here is a poem with love as the major theme.
Poem: Love’s Emblems
Now the lusty spring is seen
Golden yellow, gaudy blue,
Daintily invite the view:
Everywhere on every green
Roses blushing as they blow
And enticing men to pull,
Lillies whiter than the snow,
Woodbines of sweet honey full:
All love’s emblems, and all cry,
‘Ladies, if not plucked, we die.’
Yet the lusty spring hath stayed;
Blushing red and purest white
Daintily to love invite
Every woman, every maid:
Cherries kissing as they grow,
And inviting men to taste,
Apples even ripe below,
Winding gently to the waist:
All love’s emblems, and all cry,
‘Ladies, if not plucked, we die.’
John Fletcher was born at Rye, in Sussex in
1579. After his brilliant career as a dramatist whether alone or in company
with Beaumont and others, he was taken suddenly ill and died. In all, about 52
plays are assigned to this dramatist alone and in collaboration. It is generally supposed that, in the work of collaboration
Fletcher represented the creative force, Beaumont the critical. One thing is
certain, they blend in their best work in the happiest way giving the
impression of a single mind – and a mind of singular breadth and intensity.
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