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lsparrow's review against another edition
3.0
although I wouldn't say that this volume of poems will end up in my favorites list I did enjoy her sense of humor and her look at the lives of women. It made me curious to find out more about her as a person.
lastnightsbook's review against another edition
5.0
I can always fall into the words of Rossetti's poetry quietly. Her words are quick to catch the attention in any topic she chooses, whether she is writing about unrequited love, love lost, or a sister's love, and always leave a sweet aftertaste.
The tea I recommended for this book is Hard Candy by David's Tea. With it's smoothness upon your lips to the sweet taste, it reminds me wholly of Rossetti's word, especially her Goblin Market poem.
The tea I recommended for this book is Hard Candy by David's Tea. With it's smoothness upon your lips to the sweet taste, it reminds me wholly of Rossetti's word, especially her Goblin Market poem.
bookish_brooklyn's review against another edition
5.0
So I confess I had hoped to savour these probably as I should've done but aah once I started reading them I couldn't stop. They were all so moving and effective and beautifully composed. I definitely need to read more of her poetry and learn more about her. Definitely the book I needed to read to pull me back into my love of poetry.
Full review to come.
Full review to come.
tregina's review against another edition
3.0
I never really thought of myself as having a particular taste in poetry, but I guess I did, and I do, and it has changed somewhat since the last time I read a lot of Christina Rossetti because I don't love this as much as I remembered. The language isn't as beautiful as it is in my memory and it doesn't often have an evocative force for me (though there are certainly moments).
However, "No, Thank You, John" just might be my new favourite thing.
However, "No, Thank You, John" just might be my new favourite thing.
urwa's review against another edition
4.0
i cannot tell you how it was,
but this i know: it came to pass
upon a bright and sunny day
when may was young; ah, pleasant may!
as yet the poppies were not born
between the blades of tender corn;
the last egg had not hatched as yet,
nor any bird foregone its mate.
i cannot tell you what it was,
but this i know: it did but pass.
it passed away with sunny may,
like all sweet things it passed away,
and left me old, and cold, and gray.
but this i know: it came to pass
upon a bright and sunny day
when may was young; ah, pleasant may!
as yet the poppies were not born
between the blades of tender corn;
the last egg had not hatched as yet,
nor any bird foregone its mate.
i cannot tell you what it was,
but this i know: it did but pass.
it passed away with sunny may,
like all sweet things it passed away,
and left me old, and cold, and gray.
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