Monday, February 23, 2009

Hmmm... to be sooo loved!


My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love is come to me.

Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.

Christina Rossetti

My sister Jessica brought this to my attention (her Major was Art). The painting and poem are beautiful!
~ It is very interesting and I can see this story made into a movie.

This painting was made by Waterhouse.
The woman is William Morris' wife, Isabella (she was loved by Morris & Rossetti).
The poem is by Rossettis' sister Christina. The time was early 1900's/Art movement Pre Raphaelites. Jess continues to write... Can you imagine what this group of artist's were like?!
Oh, to be a fly on the wall!


  1. Beauty deserves to be shared.

    Thank you for sharing yours.

  2. This is beautiful. Christina Rossetti is one of my favourite poets.
    Hope you guys are well....?
    big hugs


  3. what a beautiful poem and photo

    hope you got my birthday wish text to you this am

    hope your birthday was as special as you are my dear

    sending you bunches of hugs and love


  4. Angela ~~ I'm so sorry I missed your birhtday... I didn't have it written down anywhere!!! Is it today?

    SO Happy Birthday dear. The painting and poem are lovely indeed!

    LOL:Wanda Mom