“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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Sylvia Plath’s The Rival

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.

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