In Memoriam Christina Rossetti
CHRISTINA ROSSETTI (1830-1894)
FORGOTTEN, BUT STILL REMEMBERED
The radiant beauty of your unread verse
Lies all forgotten in these tawdry times.
The life you lived, and looked on as a curse,
Has ended in the dust with all your rhymes.
I know you’re not forgotten altogether.
Some drop in still at your small wayside shrine,
And light a candle for you in cold weather
When weary of the roses and the wine.
I, too, like one distracted by distractions,
Barely took note of your transcendent light,
Blinded to your beauty by my own actions,
Lost in the dark narcotics of the night.
At last I moor my boat, and none too soon,
Within the harbour of your blue lagoon.
(Related: Notes on Christina Rossetti)