Friday Poetry: Christina Rossetti

Happy Friday!

I’ve gone for another of my favourites today.

 

Months

January cold and desolate;

February all dripping wet;

March wind ranges;

April changes;

Birds sing in tune

To flowers of May,

And sunny June

Brings longest day;

In scorched July

The storm-clouds fly

Lightning torn;

August bears corn,

September fruit;

In rough October

Earth must disrobe her;

Stars fall and shoot

In keen November;

And night is long

And cold is strong

In bleak December.

 

Christina Rossetti

 

Happy reading!

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Twelve Carols of Christmas: Tenth Carol

Today I have chosen my all time favourite carol but it has to be to the tune by Gustav Holst!

It is by my all time favourite poet Christina Rossetti.

 

In the Bleak Midwinter

In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan;
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago.

Our God, heaven cannot hold Him
Nor earth sustain,
Heaven and earth shall flee away
When He comes to reign:
In the bleak mid-winter
A stable-place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty —
Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, whom Cherubim
Worship night and day,
A breastful of milk
And a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom Angels
Fall down before,
The ox and ass and camel
Which adore.

Angels and Archangels
May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air;
But only His Mother
In her maiden bliss
Worshipped the Beloved
With a kiss.

What can I give Him,
Poor as I am? —
If I were a Shepherd
I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man
I would do my part, —
Yet what I can I give Him, —
Give my heart.

 

Christina Rossetti

 

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Fourth Sunday of Advent

Yay! It is the last Sunday before Christmas! I have played the organ, flute and saxophone today for a beautiful Carols by Candlelight service and a morning service that was done like a Christmas morning service so all in all I have played a lot of carols today. I have loved it!

One of the carols we did today was Love Came Down at Christmas by Christina Rossetti it really is beautiful and I absolutely love it so I have decided to share it with you all.

 

Love Came Down at Christmas

 

Love came down at Christmas,

love all lovely, Love divine;

love was born at Christmas,

star and angels gave the sign.

 

Worship we the Godhead,

love incarnate, Love divine;

worship we our Jesus:

but wherewith for sacred sign?

 

Love shall be our token,

love be yours and love be mine,

Love to God and all men,

love for please and gift and sign.

 

Christina Rossetti

 

Happy reading!

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Friday Poetry: Christina Rossetti

Happy Friday!

So I have again returned to an old favourite of mine. I really can not get enough of Christina Rossetti’s poetry. To be honest I am getting really fed up of all this rain we have been having recently, so I have gone for a poem about the wind, as to me this would be a nice change.

 

Who Has Seen the Wind?

Who has seen the wind?

Neither I nor you:

But when the leaves hang trembling,

The wind is passing thro’.

 

Who has seen the wind?

Neither you nor I:

But when the trees bow down their heads,

The wind is passing by.

 

Christina Rossetti

 

Happy Reading

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Friday Poetry: Christina Rossetti

Well August is drawing to a close and this inevitably means I will be back teaching on the 2nd September. I must admit over August I have basically lived in shorts, even on cold days because I just refuse to wear trousers in the summer. In September though it will be back to boring work clothes and living life by my diary and I must admit I am rather sad to leave the freedom behind.

So whilst reading through some poetry I discovered this wonderful poem by one of my favourite poets and I thought it summed up all of my feelings and so I would share it with you all today.

 

 

Fly Away, Fly Away Over the Sea by Christina Rossetti

 

Fly away, fly away over the sea,

Sun-loving swallow, for summer is done;

Come again, come again, come back to me,

Bringing the summer and bringing the sun.

 

Christina Rossetti

 

Happy Weekend.

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Friday Poetry: Christina Rossetti

Hello everyone,

I do hope everyone has a very bookish weekend planned ahead.

This week I have chosen another poem by one of my favourites, Christina Rossetti. This poem is about spans of time and to be honest this week I have been thinking a lot about time, working out how long I have before I’m back teaching and also realising that in September I will have very little spare time. As per usual as I have taken on too much and need to sit down and think about how I am going to sort through everything and make it more manageable for myself.

 

How Many Seconds in a Minute?

 

How many seconds in a minute?

Sixty, and no more in it.

 

How many minutes in an hour?

Sixty for sun and shower.

 

How many hours in a day?

Twenty-four for work and play.

 

How many days in a week?

Seven both to hear and speak.

 

How many weeks in a month?

Four, as the swift moon runn’th.

 

How many months in a year?

Twelve the almanack makes clear.

 

How many years in an age?

One hundred says the sage.

 

How many ages in time?

No one knows the rhyme.

 

 

Christina Rossetti

 

Happy reading.

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Friday Poetry

Well it is Good Friday, so I wanted a suitable poem to reflect this. I always think Christina Rossetti has excellent poems for the church festivals and yet again I have found a poem by her which is in my opinion perfect.

I hope you all have an excellent Easter weekend, but please remember it is not just about fluffy bunnies, cute chicks and chocolate eggs.

 

Good Friday

Am I a stone, and not a sheep,
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy cross,
To number drop by drop Thy blood’s slow loss,
And yet not weep?

Not so those women loved
Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;
Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;
Not so the thief was moved;

Not so the Sun and Moon
Which hid their faces in a starless sky,
A horror of great darkness at broad noon –
I, only I.

Yet give not o’er,
But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;
Greater than Moses, turn and look once more
And smite a rock.

Christina Rossetti

 

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