The Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamOmar Khayyam (Ghiyāth al-Dīn ʿUmar ibn Ibrāhīm Nīshābūrī)
poetry · Item 81
A reason to turn the page
The reddest rose blooms where Caesar bled—might beauty owe its color to forgotten violence?
Discovery 14 of 15I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head.