Tag Archives: English Poet

Clouds – Christina Georgina Rossetti

White sheep, white sheep, On a blue hill, When the wind stops, You all stand still. When the wind blows, You walk away slow. White sheep, white sheep, Where do you go? Advertisements

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Remember – Christina Georgina Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by … Continue reading

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Poem – Mystery

Now I am all One bowl of kisses, Such as the tall Slim votaresses Of Egypt filled For a God’s excesses. I lift to you My bowl of kisses, And through the temple’s Blue recesses Cry out to you In … Continue reading

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poem – children

A word will fill the little heart With pleasure and with pride; It is a harsh, a cruel thing, That such can be denied. And yet how many weary hours Those joyous creatures know; How much of sorrow and restraint … Continue reading

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poem – the female god

We curl into your eyes- They drink our files and have never drained : In the fierce forest of your hair Our desires beat blindly for their treasure. In your eyes’ subtle pit, Far down, glimmer our souls ; And … Continue reading

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poem – the one lost

I mingle with your bones: You steal in subtle noose This lighted dust .Jehovah loans And now I lose. What will the Lender say When I shall not be found, Safe-sheltered at the Judgment Day, Being in you bound ? … Continue reading

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poem – the nun

So thy soul’s meekness shrinks, Too loth to show her face- Why should she shun the world ? It is a holy place. Concealed to itself If the flower kept its scent, Of itself amorous, Less rich its ornament. Use-utmost … Continue reading

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