Spent last night reading the story of Le Petit Prince and his love for his rose. And on my shelf is the Smithsonian book of stars. It tells of star colors, distances, clusters, types, names, numbers, planets, meteors, and has maps of the sky as we know it.
And I recall nights in summer of gazing up at the star-freckled sky, watching the color shifts of Mars and other planets, listening to the night chorus of frogs, crickets. Imagining star sounds—the resonance of light refractions, light waves traveling at such high speeds that it creates music of its own.
Music like bells of laughter or the trembling of tears. Symphony to a rose.
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Old songs about roses:
* Bring Me A Rose, 1918
* For You A Rose, 1917
* The Rose That Made Me Happy Is The Rose That Made Me Sad, 1913
* When You Look In The Heart Of A Rose, 1918
* In The Heart Of A Rose, 1912
* Blue Rose, 1917
* Roses Bring Memories Of You, 1919
* Roses Bring Dreams Of You, 1907
* My Little Rose of Romany, 1919
* Woodland Rose, 1918
* Sunshine and Roses, 1913
* When The Twilight Comes To Kiss The Rose "Good-Night", 1918
A rose is a rose is a rose.
~ Gertrude Stein