This evening, I found myself drawn to Christina Rossetti again. There is something about her poems that makes me want to curl up in front of a fire with a cup of hot cocoa and vegetarian marshmallows (which I recently, happily discovered). Rossetti composed several poems for Advent. The following poem is circa 1886. Enjoy.
Advent
Earth grown old, yet still so green,
Deep beneath her crust of cold
Nurses fire unfelt, unseen:
Earth grown old.
We who live are quickly told:
Millions more lie hid between
Inner swathings of her fold.
When will fire break up her screen?
When will life burst thro’ her mould?
Earth, earth, earth, thy cold is keen,
Earth grown old.
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07/12/2009 at 8:28 am Permalink
I absolutely love your blog. Love its honesty, its wisdom and its beauty. Look forward to reading more…
10/12/2009 at 7:24 pm Permalink
Thank you for your encouragement, Tammie!