Poet Spotlight: Christina Rossetti

April 13, 2006 @ 9:40 pm | Filed under: Poetry

Kelly at Big A Little A started “Poetry Friday” not long ago, and I thought it might be fun to feature not just a poem but a poet. This week, I’ve chosen the Victorian poet Christina Rossetti, whose Sing-Song collection has enchanted my children for years.

You can read about Rossetti here.

Read her provocative poem “Goblin Market” here.

Read Sing-Song here.

Here’s one of Beanie’s favorites:

Growing in the vale
By the uplands hilly,
Growing straight and frail,
Lady Daffadowndilly.

In a golden crown,
And a scant green gown
While the spring blows chilly,
Lady Daffadown,
Sweet Daffadowndilly.

And, in honor of Good Friday:

Beneath Thy Cross

AM I a stone, and not a sheep,
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath thy cross,
To number drop by drop Thy Blood’s slow loss,
And yet not weep?

Not so those women loved
Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;
Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;
Not so the thief was moved;

Not so the Sun and Moon
Which hid their faces in a starless sky,
A horror of great darkness at broad noon–
I, only I.

Yet give not o’er,
But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;
Greater than Moses, turn and look once more
And smite a rock.


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  1. Beautiful, as always, Lissa, thank you, especially for the Good Friday poem.

  2. I’m with Beanie. Love the Daffadowndilly poem πŸ™‚

  3. We love Rossetti here too! Thanks for the links she’s our next poet after E. Dickinson!

  4. Thank you thank you for posting ‘Beneath Thy Cross’. It’s one of my favoritest poems, and I get chills when I read it.

    Thou who didst hang upon a barren tree,
    My God, for me;
    Tho’ I till now be barren, now at length,
    Lord, give me strength
    To bring forth fruit to Thee.

    (From Long Barren, by Christina Rossetti.)