Wednesday, April 4, 2012

My artifacts



#1





McGann, Jerome. "An introduction to D.G Rossetti." The Life. University of Virginia, n.d. Web. 10 Apr 2012. <http://www.nines.org/print_exhibit/6>.

Waldman, Suzanne. "THE DEMON AND THE DAMOZ—Dynamics of Desire in the Works of Christina Rossetti and Dante Gabriel Rossetti."Ohio University press-Swallow Press. Ohio University Press-Swallow Press, 2008. Web. 10 Apr 2012. <http://www.ohioswallow.com/book/The Demon and the Damozel>.

This is the painting on the front cover of the book "The Demon and the Damozel," by Suzanne Waldman. "The demon and the Damozel" is about my brother Dante Rossetti, and myself, and out art. The painting is of Venus Verticordia, a model for painters, and it is painted by Dante. 



#2
In the bleak Mid-Winter
In the bleak mid-winter
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 mid-winter
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 mid-winter
A stable-place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty,
Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, whom cherubim
Worship night and day,
A breastful of milk
And a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels
Fall down before,
The ox and ass and camel
Which adore.

Angels and archangels
May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air,
But only His mother
In her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the Beloved
With a kiss.

What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb,
If I were a wise man
I would do my part,
Yet what I can I give Him,
Give my heart.
"In the bleak midwinter christina rossetti." about.com. religeou degrees online, n.d. Web. 26 Mar 2012. <http://poetry.about.com/library/weekly/blrossettichristmas.htm>.

This is the Christmas carol “In the Bleak Mid-Winter”. You may have heard the song before, it is one of my most famous pieces.

#3
Remember
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 day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Macmillan, Cambridge. "Remember by Christina Rossetti." PoetryArchive.com. N.p., n.d. Web. 26 Mar 2012. <http://www.poetry-archive.com/r/remember.html>.

“Remember” is another of my most famous poems. My poem; “Remember” was inspired by my heart being broken. Of course, some of the best writing is about heartbreak.

#4


Spin, . "Total quality management history."blogger.com/. blogger, n.d. Web. 10 Apr 2012. <http://totalqualitymanagementhistory.blogspot.com/2010/09/brief-history-of-quality-control.html>.


Here is an example of what a city would look like during the industrial era, when I lived. 





#5
Flint
An emerald is as green as grass,
A ruby red as blood;
A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;
A flint lies in the mud.
A diamond is a brilliant stone,
To catch the world’s desire;
An opal holds a fiery spark;
But a flint holds fire.
"Flint." Children's Poetry. Story It: Language Art Resources for children and their teachers, n.d. Web. 26 Mar 2012. <http://www.storyit.com/Classics/JustPoems/classicpoems.htm>.

This is one of my few children’s poems. The message of this poem is, put simply, don’t judge someone because of their class, or the way that they look.

#6
A baby’s cradle with no baby in it
A baby's cradle with no baby in it, 

A baby's grave where autumn leaves drop sere; 

The sweet soul gathered home to Paradise, 

The body waiting here. 

"A bab'ys cradle with no baby in it." poemhunter.com. poemhunter.com, Thursday, April 01, 2010. Web. 26 Mar 2012. <http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-baby-s-cradle-with-no-baby-in-it-2/>.

This poem is not very well known, but it is, in my opinion, a piece of my work that well displays my talent. “A baby’s cradle with no baby in it” is, of course, a very dark and sad poem.

#7
A Diamond or a Coal?
A diamond or a coal?

A diamond, if you please:

Who cares about a clumsy coal 

Beneath the summer trees? 

A diamond or a coal?

A coal, sir, if you please: 

One comes to care about the coal 

What time the waters freeze. 

"A Diamond or a Coal?." PoemHunter.com. poemhunters.com, Thursday, April 01, 2010. Web. 26 Mar 2012. <http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-diamond-or-a-coal/>.

This poem shares many aspects with my poem mentioned earlier; “flint”. “A Diamond or a Coal?” also compares beauty and wealth with usefulness and ugliness. Again, I use ordinary objects to portray this poem, once again, a diamond is mentioned in comparison with a simple, dirty thing.

#8
A Dream
Once in a dream (for once I dreamed of you)

We stood together in an open field;

Above our heads two swift-winged pigeons wheeled,

Sporting at ease and courting full in view.

When loftier still a broadening darkness flew,

Down-swooping, and a ravenous hawk revealed;

Too weak to fight, too fond to fly, they yield;

So farewell life and love and pleasures new.

Then as their plumes fell fluttering to the ground,

Their snow-white plumage flecked with crimson drops,

I wept, and thought I turned towards you to weep:

But you were gone; while rustling hedgerow tops

Bent in a wind which bore to me a sound
Of far-off piteous bleat of lambs and sheep.

"A Dream." poemhunter.com. poemhunters.com, hursday, April 01, 2010. Web. 26 Mar 2012. <http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dream-115/>.

My poem “A Dream” is about being abandoned when I most need it. I hint that the person abandoning me stays when everything is happy and well, and leaves as soon as things become difficult.

#9
A Dirge
Why were you born when the snow was falling? 

You should have come to the cuckoo's calling 

Or when grapes are green in the cluster, 

Or, at least, when lithe swallows muster 

For their far off flying 
From summer dying. 



Why did you die when the lambs were cropping? 

You should have died at the apples' dropping, 

When the grasshopper comes to trouble, 

And the wheat-fields are sodden stubble, 

And all winds go sighing 

For sweet things dying. 

"A Dirge." poemhunter.com. poemhunters.com, April 01, 2010. Web. 26 Mar 2012. <http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dirge-3/>.

This is a dirge, literally. It is a poem about death, and birth, and the improper timing of it.

#10




Reynolds, Peggy. "Writer Peggy Reynolds on Christina Rossetti." BBC news. BBC news company, n.d. Web. 10 Apr 2012. <http://www.bbc.co.uk/learningzone/clips/writer-peggy-reynolds-on-christina-rossetti/8667.html>. 

Here is a famous picture of me, done by my brother, Dante Rossetti. It portrays clearly how I was reluctant and weary of relationships, as I shy away from a hand offering me a flower. 

1 comment:

  1. I really, really like your second artifact. Beautifully written.

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