Sunday, April 12, 2015

Sunday Poetry - Christina Rossetti

One final poem from the anthology I've been reading during Lent. Christina Rossetti is one of my favourite poets & this lovely poem is one of her most optimistic & joyful. Rossetti lived such a quiet life in many ways. I remember reading her letters over several years as they were published & I thought they were fascinating even though they were often just short notes about a charity she was involved in or an enquiry after a friend. There was very little about her poetry but I loved their quiet domesticity as she cared for several elderly aunts & her mother in their last years.

My heart is like a singing bird
        Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
        Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
        That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
        Because my love is come to me.

Raise me a dais of silk and down;
        Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
        And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
        In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
        Is come, my love is come to me
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6 comments:

  1. This poem is absolutely beautiful! Such lovely imagery and language. Thanks for sharing this!

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    1. You're welcome! It is a lovely poem.

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  2. It is a beautiful poem - one of those that sits on the verge of cliché but doesn't topple over. Lovely.

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    1. It's one of her happiest poems, I think.

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  3. Lovely. And she wrote In The Bleak Midwinter, my favourite carol.

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    1. ITBM is one of my favourite carols too.

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