The colour black has always been connected with death and mourning, sadness and farewell. But it has a positive meaning to. It can be the beginning of new things. The black rose, symbolizing death and passing away, can also indicate a major change or upheaval in the future. Can mean the death of old habits and the old order. It inspires confidence and enthusiasm by signalling the birth of a new era of hope and joy. An alternate meaning can be ‘pure devotion’ since a true black rose is impossible to produce.
In history the Irish have used the lyrics of ‘the Little Black rose’ during their ongoing battle with the British. Similarly, many anarchist and antiauthoritarian groups have also adopted the black rose as a symbol of mutiny and strength. Therefore, the meaning of the black rose also includes courage and resistance.
So my blog is about me, my life, my soul, my happiness, my sadness, closing doors and opening new ones. I hope you will enjoy.
Here is song of ‘’The Little Black Rose’’ from 17-19th century:
Roisin, have no sorrow for all that has happened to you
the Friars are out on the brine,. they are travelling the sea
your pardon from the Pope will come, from Rome in the East
and we won’t spare the Spanish wine for my Roisin Dubh
Far have we journeyed together, since days gone by.
I’ve crossed over mountains with her, and sailed the sea
I have cleared the Erne, though in spate, at a single leap
and like music of the strings all about me, my Roisin Dubh
You have driven me mad, fickle girl- may it do you no good!
My soul is in thrall, not just yesterday nor today
You have left me weary and weak in body and mind
O deceive not the one who loves you, my Roisin Dubh
I would walk in the dew beside you, or the bitter desert
in hopes I might have your affection, or part of your love
Fragrant small branch, you have given your word you love me
the choicest flower of Munster, my Roisin Dubh
If I had six horses, I would plough against the hill-
I’d make Roisin Dubh my Gospel in the middle of Mass-
I’d kiss the young girl who would grant me her maidenhead
and do deeds behind the lios with my Roisin Dubh!
The Erne will be strong in flood, the hills be torn
the ocean will be all red waves, the sky all blood,
every mountain and bog in Ireland will shake
one day, before she shall perish, my Roisin Dubh.