Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Rossetti

Even a poet one isn't fond of can still have gems that sparkle to an unwilling eye. This excerpt is from 'Amen' by the famous Christina Rossetti [1830-1894]. Even though this poem is simple and clear, it has a strange beauty that is not often reached in 'obvious/classic/usual' poetic forms and styles. Read more here.
[...]
Spring shall bloom where now the ice is,
 Roses make the bramble sightly,
 And the quickening sun shine brightly,
 And the latter wind blow lightly,
And my garden teem with spices.
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