Today’s guest poet — Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Sudden Light
I have been here before
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.
You have been mine before,
How long ago I may not know:
But just when at that swallow’s soar
Your neck turn’d so,
Some veil did fal — I knew it all of yore.
Has this been thus before?
And shall not thus time’s eddying flight
Still with our lives our love restore
In death’s despite,
And day and night yield one delight once more?
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September 14, 2011 at 9:32 pm
Just A Smidgen
I love Rossetti….thanks for sharing this beautiful poem:)
September 14, 2011 at 9:58 pm
Seasweetie
You are welcome, smidge. I was unfamiliar with his poetry until recently.
September 15, 2011 at 7:48 am
Celeste
Beautiful words and picture!!
September 15, 2011 at 6:39 pm
Seasweetie
Thanks, Celeste – nice to see you again!
September 16, 2011 at 12:07 pm
Barbara Rodgers
The color of the water is amazing! I like how the poet describes that sudden feeling of nostalgia or familiarity in a new place or with a new person…
September 16, 2011 at 2:51 pm
Seasweetie
And it’s an untouched photo!