Beauty and Beauty's son and rosemary - <br />Venus and Love, her son, to speak plainly - <br />born of the sea supposedly, <br />at Christmas each, in company, <br />braids a garland of festivity. <br />Not always rosemary - <br /> <br />since the flight to Egypt, blooming indifferently. <br />With lancelike leaf, green but silver underneath, <br />its flowers - white originally - <br />turned blue. The herb of memory, <br />imitating the blue robe of Mary, <br />is not too legendary <br /> <br />to flower both as symbol and as pungency. <br />Springing from stones beside the sea, <br />the height of Christ when he was thirty-three, <br />it feeds on dew and to the bee <br />"hath a dumb language"; is in reality <br />a kind of Christmas tree.<br /><br />Marianne Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rosemary/
