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Tag Archives: Christina Rossetti
Dinah Roe analysis of Christina Rossetti’s ‘In An Artist’s Studio’
One face looks out from all his canvasses, One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans; We found her hidden just behind those screens, That mirror gave back all her loveliness. A queen in opal or in ruby dress, A … Continue reading
I Lock My Door Upon Myself
Fernand Khnopff was not a Pre-Raphaelite painter, but I wanted to share his 1891 painting I Lock My Door Upon Myself which draws inspiration from Christina Rossetti’s poem Who Shall Deliver Me? Khnopff’s title comes specifically from this stanza: I … Continue reading
Old and New Year Ditties by Christina Rossetti
Christina Rossetti’s Old and New Year Ditties strike me as somewhat melancholy and I can’t help but feel a bit sorry for her when I read them: 1 New Year met me somewhat sad: Old Year leaves me tired, Stripped … Continue reading
Poetry Animation: Christina Rossetti’s The Echo
YouTube user poetryanimations has a haunting body of work. I’ve embedded one of my favorites below, Christina Rossetti’s The Echo:
Christina Rossetti: Pre-Raphaelite Poetry
When discussing poetry and the Pre-Raphaelites, it is impossible not to think of Christina Rossetti. Her brother, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, was one of the founding members of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood and used Christina as a model in some of his … Continue reading
Posted in Christina Rossetti, national poetry month 2009
Tagged Christina Rossetti, poetry
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De Profundis, by Christina Rossetti
Oh why is heaven built so far, Oh why is earth set so remote? I cannot reach the nearest star That hangs afloat. I would not care to reach the moon, One round monotonous of change; Yet even she repeats … Continue reading
Winter: My Secret
It is bitterly cold here today. Which has obviously influenced my choice for this week’s poem. With chilly bones I present to you Winter: My Secret by Christina Rossetti. Winter: My Secret I tell my secret? No indeed, not I: … Continue reading
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