Christina Georgina Rossetti

(5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894 / London)

In Progress

Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Ten years ago it seemed impossible
That she should ever grow so calm as this,
With self-remembrance in her warmest kiss
And dim dried eyes like an exhausted well.
Slow-speaking when she had some fact to tell,
Silent with long-unbroken silences,
Centered in self yet not unpleased to please,
Gravely monotonous like a passing bell.
Mindful of drudging daily common things,
Patient at pastime, patient at her work,
Wearied perhaps but strenuous certainly.
Sometimes I fancy we may one day see
Her head shoot forth seven stars from where they lurk
And her eyes lightnings and her shoulders wings.

Comments about In Progress by Christina Georgina Rossetti

  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (12/22/2015 1:58:00 PM)

    I cannot make my mind up- is this about a child growing up or a vibrant woman growing old? In some ways, I don't think it matters. There are huge changes in life and hopefully they are changing us into angels.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003