Many years ago I grew over 200 varieties of roses in my garden in Nashville. Here is a little poem I wrote about two particular old fashioned Rose Belles of the past-
Mme Isaac Periere Meets Zephirine Drouhin- A poem by E Sprague
Wives of bankers
Women of Paris.
Everywhere this festival of gowns.
Double carmine. Half double.Quartered.
In that fine moment of absolute crinoline
Before the mold and the blackspot
When they are only once, in spring.
And if Degas stood here
He would see my carnival
While the sightless-so many-
Would see only roses.