11 Nobody knows this little rose

Written in 1858. You’ll find this in a “best of” collection of Ms. Dickinson’s work – it’s in my Pocket Emily Dickinson – and for good reason. This reminds us of the delicacy of beauty, the fragility that accompanies the light. But what would the world be without roses?


Nobody knows this little Rose –
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it –
Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey –
On i’ts breast to lie –
Only a Bird will wonder –
Only a Breeze will sigh –
Ah Little Rose – how easy
For such as thee to die!

[Emily Dickinson]

I’m the rose. You’re the rose. We’re fragile beings – let’s handle our selves with care.

fragility intense pen and ink drawing

Light, love, and honor –