Happy Birthday, Christina Rossetti
“Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.” Christina Rossetti
Christmas Eve with Christina Rossetti
In the bleak midwinter, 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 midwinter, 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 midwinter a stable place sufficed The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ. *** Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day, Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay; Enough for Him, whom angels… Read more Christmas Eve with Christina Rossetti →
Year End With Christina
Last year I celebrated Christmas with Christina. Of all the poets, Christina Rossetti understands the inscrutability of the winter season. I thought it was fitting to end the year 2013,… Read more Year End With Christina →
Christmas with Christina
Every Christmas, I listen to In the Bleak Mid-Winter, never realizing the connection to Art Nouveau and the Pre-Raphaelites. That is, until recently. Dante Rossetti’s (one of the founders of the… Read more Christmas with Christina →
