No, it's not by me, but I love this poem and it springs to mind today, October 4th, when in 1895 one of the greatest talents this world has seen was born. I am slightly biased, because he has had me spellbound since I was a 14 year old school girl; but let's ignore that for now. All you need to know is that he was one of the greatest film makers of all time, a lovely person - and today is his birthday!
A BIRTHDAY
by: Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)
Y heart is like a singing bird
- Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
- My heart is like an apple-tree
- Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
- My heart is like a rainbow shell
- That paddles in a halcyon sea;
- My heart is gladder than all these,
- Because my love is come to me.
- Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
- Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
- Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
- And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
- Work it in gold and silver grapes,
- In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
- Because the birthday of my life
- Is come, my love is come to me.
1 comments:
beau-tiful poemz babe xx please come see my blog, really into the twenties and high-culture also, found some brilliant works by a certain 'Lady' x
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