Poem found here: "A Red, Red Rose" by Robert Burns The line "A Red, Red Rose" stuck with me because it's iambic. I remember reading this line in various sonnets and iambic poems and always wondered "how does this work, why is it iambic when you breathe out the words. In any case, this poem is a classic love poem that hyperbolizes until beyond the end. How much can this love endure? It's a young love, "O my Luve's like a red, red rose / That's newly sprung in June;" note the semi-colon which means both sentences are connected, "O my Luve's like the melodie / That's sweetly play'd in tune." Ah how lovely -- sight and sound of love (luve). As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I: And I will luve thee still, my dear, Til a'the seas gang dry I think this is a pretty direct stanza. Love until the seas turn dry -- an apocalyptic image. I wonder why not end the poem there, at the end. Til a't...
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