“A Dirge” by Christina Rossetti: Poetry Rec

BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI Why were you born when the snow was falling?You should have come to the cuckoo’s calling,Or when grapes are green in the cluster,Or, at least, when lithe swallows musterFor their far off flyingFrom summer dying. Why did you die when the lambs were cropping?You should have died at the apples’ dropping,When the grasshopper […]

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Oh Daughter, Die Softly

And she’s sorry. She’s so sorry she can’t protect it, that she failed to protect it, that she’s failing to help it, and that she wants to abandon it to die because she’s afraid of its teeth.

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