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I Wish I Could Remember by Christina Rossetti Next 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 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! Christina Rossetti (1830 - 1894) was born in England to a family of great literary and artistic talent. A beauty who frequently modeled for her brother Dante and other respected artists of her day, Christina began writing as a child and published her first poem at eighteen. A kind-hearted woman who ...
Interesting Literature ‘I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud’: Symbolism interestingliterature 6 days ago By Dr Oliver Tearle (Loughborough University) William Wordsworth’s classic poem beginning ‘I wandered lonely as a cloud’, which was first published in 1807, is a classic work of English Romanticism. Part of its power lies in the symbolism Wordsworth uses. Let’s take a closer look at some of the most important symbols from Wordsworth’s ‘daffodils poem’, as it is often known. The Cloud The memorable opening line to Wordsworth’s poem, ‘I wandered lonely as a cloud’, immediately helps us to situate the poem within the Romantic movement. Solitude and walking among nature were common features of Romanticism, and feature heavily in the work of the Romantic poets. Indeed, it was estimated that Wordsworth walked some 180,000 miles during his lifetime. That’s perhaps 3,000 miles a year throughout his adult life, or nearly ten miles a day! So Wordsworth did a lot...
Support us The Guardian - Back to home The Guardian: news website of the year News Opinion Sport Culture Lifestyle Show caption Carol Rumens's poem of the week Poem of the week: Dear Bird by Howard Altmann A dead bird stumbled upon during a walk leads the poet on an inward journey confronting historical and biological cycles and the act of writing itself Carol Rumens Mon 3 Jul 2023 05.00 EDT Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share via Email Dear Bird A dead bird in the snow is not how I wish to begin this walk, yet there it is, feathers all bloodied and frozen to the ground, giving flight to cause and effect, the mind trampled by where it has gone before, an image faithfully lodged, falling along sandy shores and leafy trails, in the chaos of a lonely night, dear bird might you share your name, must I nurse you till the end, patch you with experience, pitch storylines to your wound, killed by man killed by animal, the reflection of a tree, well, you seem to be thriving, as metap...