Wilfred OwenRed lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
About This Quote
In this quote, Shakespeare is talking about the color of blood. He compares a woman’s lips to a red rose and the blood that stains her face to a red rose. The rose is the symbol of beauty, so when you stain a rose, you have destroyed its beauty. In the same way, a woman who has been stained by her own blood also has lost her beauty.
Source: The Poems Of Wilfred Owen
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