Christina Georgina Rossetti

(5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894 / London)

Introspective - Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti

I wish it were over the terrible pain,
Pang after pang again and again;
First the shattering ruining blow,
Then the probing steady and slow.

Did I wince? I did not faint:
My soul broke but was not bent;
Up I stand like a blasted tree
By the shore of the shivering sea.

On my boughs neither leaf nor fruit,
No sap in my uttermost root,
Brooding in an anguish dumb
On the short past and the long to come.

Dumb I was when the ruin fell,
Dumb I remain and will never tell:
O my soul I talk with thee
But not another the sight must see.

I did not start when the torture stung,
I did not faint when the torture wrung;
Let it come tenfold if come it must
But I will not groan when I bite the dust.


Comments about Introspective by Christina Georgina Rossetti

  • (2/28/2016 8:38:00 AM)


    Is the elegance of poetry this woman. Excellent. The suffering is this. (Report) Reply

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (12/22/2015 4:29:00 AM)


    I did not start when the torture stung,
    I did not faint when the torture wrung;
    Let it come tenfold if come it must
    But I will not groan when I bite the dust.
    (Report) Reply

  • Shakil Ahmed (11/27/2015 5:49:00 AM)


    beautiful poem, thanks (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 27, 2015



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