Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose. (“Sacred Emily,” Geography and Plays)
Do we suppose that all she knows is that a rose is arose is a rose is a rose. (Operas and Plays)
. . . she would carve on the tree Rose is a Rose is a Rose is a Rose is a Rose until it went all the way around. (The World is Round)
A rose tree may be a rose tree may be a rosy rose tree if watered. (Alphabets and Birthdays)
Indeed a rose is a rose makes a pretty plate . . . .(Stanzas in Meditation)
When I said.
A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.
And then later made that into a ring I made poetry and what did I do I caressed completely caressed and addressed a noun. (Lectures in America)
Civilization begins with a rose. A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose. It continues with blooming and it fastens clearly upon excellent examples. (As Fine as Melanctha)
Lifting belly can please me because it is an occupation I enjoy.
Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.
In print on top. (Bee Time Vine)
Now listen! I’m no fool. I know that in daily life we don’t go around saying “is a … is a … is a …” Yes, I’m no fool; but I think that in that line the rose is red for the first time in English poetry for a hundred years. (Four in America)
-- Gertrude Stein
