Red Rose Festival (13th June)

To lovers I (bequeath) their imaginary world, with whatever they may need, as the stars of the sky, the red, red roses by the wall, the snow of the hawthorn, the sweet strains of music, or aught else they may desire to figure to each other the lastin

Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And eat men like air
Sylvia Plath

I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head
Edward Fitzgerald

There was a knight came riding by / In early spring, when the roads were dry; / And he heard that lady sing at the noon, / Two red roses across the moon.
William Morris

Oh, my luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June; Oh, my luve’s like the melodie That’s sweetly played in tune
Robert Burns

I know a little garden close / Set thick with lily and red rose, / Where I would wander if I might / From dewy dawn to dewy night. / And have one with me wandering.
William Morris

Upon the Nipples of Julia’s Breast: Have ye beheld (with much delight) A red rose peeping through a white? Or else a cherry (double graced) Within a lily? Center placed? Or ever marked the pretty beam A strawberry shows half drowned in cream?
Robert Herrick

The rose is a flower of love. The world has acclaimed it for centuries. Pink roses are for love hopeful and expectant. White roses are for love dead or forsaken, but the red roses, ah the red roses are for love triumphant.

Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.
Wendell Berry

Give her two red roses, each with a note. The first note says For the woman I love and the second, For my best friend..

Roses are red, violets are blue, I’m schizophrenic, and so am I.
Oscar Levant