12 | Christina Rossetti

38 6 3
                                    

Christina Rossetti

Ups! Gambar ini tidak mengikuti Pedoman Konten kami. Untuk melanjutkan publikasi, hapuslah gambar ini atau unggah gambar lain.

Christina Rossetti

5 December 1830 - 29 December 1894

Christina Rossetti was an English writer of romantic, devotional and children's poems. She was a sister of the artist and poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti II and features in several of his paintings.

Her popularity faded in the early 20th century in the wake of Modernism, but scholars began to explore Freudian themes in her work, such as religious and sexual repression, reaching for personal, biographical interpretations of her poetry.

Academics studying her work in the 1970s saw beyond the lyrical sweetness to her mastery of prosody and versification. Feminists held her as symbol of constrained female genius and a leader among 19th-century poets.

Themes

The Inconstancy of Human Love | The Vanity of Earthly Pleasures | Renunciation | Individual Unworthiness | The Perfection of Divine Love | Gender and Sexuality | Acceptance of Death | The Sublime | Religious Doubt

Featured Work

1.

"I Wish I Could Remember That First Day"

I wish I could remember that first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or Winter for aught I can say;
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
If only I could recollect it, such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand - Did one but know!

2.

from "The Milking-Maid"

The year stood at its equinox,
And bluff the North was blowing.
A bleat of lambs came from the flocks,
Green hardy things were growing.
I met a maid with shining locks,
Where milky kine were lowing.

She wore a kerchief on her neck,
Her bare arm showed its dimple.
Her apron spread without a speck,
Her air was frank and simple.

~

What is your favourite Rossetti poem?

PoetessenceTempat cerita menjadi hidup. Temukan sekarang