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Withered petals

‘Maybe a breath of politic words 

Has withered our Rose Tree; 

Or maybe but a wind that blows 

Across the bitter sea.’ 

– from The Rose Tree by William Butler Yeats

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Kew Gardens, London, October 2020

I think many of us may feel that “politic words” could well be the cause, at pretty much any time in history. This poem was written as a fictional conversation between James Connolly and Padraig Pearse, the leaders of the 1916 Easter Rising, with words from England (across the sea) withering Irish nationalism (the rose tree).



Copyright Debbie Smyth, 9 July 2021

Posted as part of Becky’s TreeSquare

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