Christina Georgina Rossetti

(5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894 / London)

From Sunset To Star Rise - Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not:
I am no summer friend, but wintry cold,
A silly sheep benighted from the fold,
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Comments about From Sunset To Star Rise by Christina Georgina Rossetti

  • Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (12/24/2013 9:47:00 AM)


    Born- lots of people to smiling welcome us
    Death - lots to cry and say farewell by our bed
    This merry go round called life and death
    Will always be an enigma at its best.........

    I welcome all ye poets reading this to my page too.....
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  • (12/24/2013 7:07:00 AM)


    .....a nice write filled with sadness... (Report) Reply

  • Dimu Eric Olowoparija (12/25/2012 12:10:00 AM)


    Good poetry and wonderful use of words. (Report) Reply

  • David Crapper (12/24/2012 7:29:00 PM)


    Its very Deep and thought provoking. Finished with aplomb as my heart sighs after swallows flown. (Report) Reply

  • Matt Mooney (12/24/2012 10:10:00 AM)


    A fine poem with a well developed theme.Beutifully structured.10. (Report) Reply

  • Sara Fielder (12/24/2011 8:36:00 AM)


    It seems to me that the most haunting poetry is written when one is feeling completely alone and lonely. (Report) Reply

  • (12/24/2009 3:23:00 PM)


    For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge,
    I live alone, I look to die alone

    i love this!
    so deep yet subtle to the lips and mind,
    thank you x
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  • Ramesh T A (12/24/2009 1:03:00 AM)


    What a grief stricken heart sighing for summer wind to fly as swallow! Though cold as winter outside yet warm as summer inside! Nice sonnet to read! (Report) Reply

  • (12/24/2007 2:09:00 PM)


    i like the high of the low,
    but.
    how long do i whant to stay?
    how long do you?
    blind bats flying with friends.
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  • Nicola Burkett (12/24/2006 10:50:00 AM)


    Beautiful......Her preference of winter images her loneliness and fear of dying alone. Both are cold and miserable.
    'I am no summer friend, but wintry cold........I live alone, I look to die alone'
    10 out of 10
    R.I.P Christina
    Respectfully
    Nicola x x
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