The Little White Rose
The rose of all the world is not for me.
I want for my part
Only the little white rose of Scotland
That smells sharp and sweet—and breaks the heart.
Hugh MacDiarmid
The rose of all the world is not for me.
I want for my part
Only the little white rose of Scotland
That smells sharp and sweet—and breaks the heart.
Hugh MacDiarmid
In Hugh MacDiarmid's poem he describes something special and alive to him, to which everything else pales in comparison. I was inspired by this notion and underlying emotion. This piece is meant to represent the delicateness and light of the rose or whichever object of one's dearest affections and delight. It is without blemish and protected from taint - a piece that is treasured. A piece that has an undistinguishable connection between its physical existence and one's heart.