Returning to a longstanding tradition of this blog, I present the Weekly Wednesday poem – a way for you to become entranced with poets from years past.  I find these select  poems beautiful and want to share them with you, and encourage you to explore the wonderful world of poetry past and present.

Today’s guest poet: Christina Rossetti

Silent Noon

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
Your eyes smil peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
‘Neath billowing that scatter and amass.
All round our nest, as far as the eye can pass,
Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge
Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.
‘Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.

Deep in the sun-searched growths, the dragon-fly
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:
So this wing’d hour is dropt to us from above.
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
This close-companioned inarticulate hour
When twofold silence was the song of love.

My cousin Tamara took this lovely photo a few days ago.