June 5, 2020

Christina Rossetti: A Better Resurrection

A bit of light through the window (2016)

A Better Resurrection
By Christina Rossetti

I have no wit, no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numb’d too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimm’d with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is in the falling leaf:
O Jesus, quicken me.

My life is like a faded leaf,
My harvest dwindled to a husk:
Truly my life is void and brief
And tedious in the barren dusk;
My life is like a frozen thing,
No bud nor greenness can I see:
Yet rise it shall—the sap of Spring;
O Jesus, rise in me.

My life is like a broken bowl,
A broken bowl that cannot hold
One drop of water for my soul
Or cordial in the searching cold;
Cast in the fire the perish’d thing;
Melt and remould it, till it be
A royal cup for Him, my King:
O Jesus, drink of me.

Comments

  1. Rick Ro. says

    Fabulous poet. Fabulous poem.

  2. Robert F says

    Even in Kyoto,
    hearing the cuckoo’s cry,
    I long for Kyoto

    Kobayashi Issa

    • Robert F says

      midnight — no waves, no wind
      the empty boat is
      flooded with moonlight

      Dogen

  3. Reminiscent of any number of Psalms isn’t it? The first phrase sounds like hitting true bottom. No more words, even to fill the empty space.

  4. Rick Ro. says

    Songbird sings this morn,
    Lone voice crying in nature,
    Or maybe to nature.

  5. Rick Ro. says

    my haiku lies flat
    putrid poetic roadkill
    here comes heavy rain

  6. Burro (Mule) says

    All rests in the glade
    The maiden draws the plectrum
    Moths rise to the moon

  7. To much haiku
    Will make a fool
    Of me and you

  8. Depression lies deep
    Into a fool it seeps
    Long live the Lord