Almost everything is born. Novels are born. However, poems……..are found. Music is made. Roses, have thorns.
John Presco 007
The Poet Swineburne lived on the Isle of Wight where he may have conceived his poem and play about two women named Rosamond. I went looking for Rena in hope she would help me complete her portrait I started, I deciding she would be my version of Fair Rosamond. Last month I made plans to go to Montana to visit the rosy graves of my kindred.
BORN OF TWO ROSES
A half hour ago I talked to Deborah Cryder at the Forestvale Cemetary. She is going to send me information on Ida Rose who died when she was 28 years of age of dropsy. Twenty days later, Ida’s daughter, Dollie Rosamond, dies. She…
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