From my 1895 edition of Verses, by Christina Rossetti.
And then there is this, from my lovely old 1895 edition of Christina Rossetti’s Verses. She actually poemed (can I invent that word?) her way through much of the church calendar. I should show you more.
Dearly beloved readers, apologies for a long silence. I know I am not supposed to write such things, because I am supposed to privilege “real life”, but I can’t help feeling nevertheless that those who read this blog would have more of an idea of what it is that lights my fire than many I
It’s been too long, and sometimes you simply need some Christina. So here are a few stanzas from Later Life: A Double Sonnet of Sonnets (the poem featured in my header) that I have not posted before. Oh how I love Christina. Herein lies permission for all our floundering, and a prayer for the way out.
Alone Lord God, in Whom our trust and peace, Our love and our desire, glow bright with hope; Lift us above this transitory scope Of earth, these pleasures that begin and cease, This moon which wanes, these seasons which decrease: We turn to Thee; as on an eastern slope Wheat feels