Apropos Love Is A Rose (N. Young). Hvad er det nu lige med kærligheden og rosen? “Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose” skrev Gertrud Stein i 1913 i digtet Sacred Emily – og sætningen er siden blevet citeret igen og igen i alskens digtteoretiske bøger og andetsteds. En rose er en rose. Min kærlighed er en rose. En rød, rød rose. Robert Burns…

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry:

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it ware ten thousand mile.