THE ROSE FAMILY by Robert FROST


The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple’s a rose,
And the pear is, and so’s
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only know
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose
But were always a rose.

I think the poet is pulling the beloved’s legs .Firstly ,the rose is a cliche to describe female beauty and if that is what she is looking for ,well ,let her have it. Between the two of us, she is not all that a rose .She may not deserve to be called a rose but what is there in a name and you do not lose anything by calling her a rose. If an apple can be called a rose, why not the beloved? Secondly, what is so big about being a rose? A pear or an apple can as well be the rose. The way metaphors go, you can call anything a rose ,and they are so worn out through centuries ,such tired cliches! Everything has its unique identity that cannot be called something else.Thirdly a rose is so boring, in terms of a fixed identity of standing for beauty, a hackneyed symbol for fragile beauty. Of course she is a rose, if that is what she would prefer.

“Dreams”- By Langston Hughes

DREAMS

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

Langston Hughes (1902 – 1967 / Missouri/The United States)

I love the simplicity and beauty of this pretty poem. So much like a song. “Hold fast to dreams”(occurs twice in the poem) so they do not go away and life becomes a barren field frozen with snow. Holding fast is a deliberate clinging to hope, notwithstanding the pain of reality. The images are from the early days of aviation, when man’s dreams of flying culminated in the development of the airplane that substituted for a bird in his imagination.