6 March 2017

larryhammer: a wisp of smoke, label: "it comes in curlicues, spirals as it twirls" (twirls)
For Poetry Monday, another 19th century woman writing in a ballad form:


Up-Hill, Christina Rossetti

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
    Yes, to the very end.
Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?
    From morn to night, my friend.

But is there for the night a resting-place?
    A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
    You cannot miss that inn.

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
    Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
    They will not keep you standing at that door.

Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
    Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
    Yea, beds for all who come.


As you know, Bob, while Rossetti increasingly devoted herself to devotional writings as she got older, she wrote religious poetry from the start -- often in a deceptively simple manner. This is from early in her career, first published the year before her first collection, Goblin Market and Other Poems (which included it).

---L.

Subject quote from "Bring the Night On," Eve 6 (neither woman nor victorian).

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