Poetry Friday
Today is Poetry Friday. Bloggers worldwide post poems on their blogs to highlight the fact that people are not reading enough poetry these days.
My contribution to Poetry Friday is May, by Christina Rossetti. Christina Rossetti was one of the best known female authors in Victorian England. Not many know her name anymore and that is a crime. I chose May because I am tired of this winter weather and I want May to come...
May
Christina Rossetti
I cannot tell you how it was;
But this I know: it came to pass
Upon a bright and breezy day
When May was young; ah pleasant May!
As yet the poppies were not born
Between the blades of tender corn;
The last eggs had not hatched as yet,
Nor any bird foregone its mate.
I cannot tell you what it was;
But this I know: it did but pass.
It passed away with sunny May,
With all sweet things it passed away,
And left me old, and cold, and grey.
My contribution to Poetry Friday is May, by Christina Rossetti. Christina Rossetti was one of the best known female authors in Victorian England. Not many know her name anymore and that is a crime. I chose May because I am tired of this winter weather and I want May to come...
May
Christina Rossetti
I cannot tell you how it was;
But this I know: it came to pass
Upon a bright and breezy day
When May was young; ah pleasant May!
As yet the poppies were not born
Between the blades of tender corn;
The last eggs had not hatched as yet,
Nor any bird foregone its mate.
I cannot tell you what it was;
But this I know: it did but pass.
It passed away with sunny May,
With all sweet things it passed away,
And left me old, and cold, and grey.
As you know, I flunked poetry appreciation, but I love that you are bringing to light a literary voice from the past. It's the only way the work can continue to live for those who are blessed with the poetry gene.
Love your website and your blog.
See ya round the hubs.
Shirley Anderson