sonnets are full of love
sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
has many sonnets; so here now shall be
one sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
to her whose heart is my heart's quiet home,
to my first love, my mother, on whose knee
i learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
whose service is my special dignity.
and she my loadstar while i go and come.
and so because you love me, and because
i love you, mother, i have woven a wreath
of rhymes wherewith to crown your honoured name:
in you not fourscore years can dim the flame
of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
of time and change and mortal life and death.
by christina rossetti (1830-1894)
Happy belated mothers day to you! I hope you had a wonderful day!
ReplyDeleteThank you Angie!
DeleteVery pretty! Happy Mother's Day! We walked by the cemetery where Christina Rossetti is buried. We did not see her grave, though, because you have to pay an entrance fee for the cemetery.
ReplyDeleteOh, that's nice .. which cemetery is that Eva?
DeleteOh, the one in Highgate, in the north of London, close to Kenwood House. They have divided it in two and charge fees for both sides, which is outrages, I think. Karl Marx is buried there.
DeleteOh, Karl Marx too, that's interesting. I hadn't realized he died in London, but he was in exile . . so . . of course.
DeleteThere are quite a few interesting graves there. Maybe that is why they charge an admission fee.
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