Saturday, April 24, 2010

Following in the footsteps of Christina Rossetti

I wish I could remember the first day,
first hour, first moment of your meeting me;
If bright or dim the season it might be;
Summer or Winter for aught I can say.
So, unrecorded it did slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom, yet, for many a May.

If only I could recollect it!
Such a day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow.
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much!
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand! - Did one but know!

Christina Rossetti 1830 - 1894


My Reflecting on a Day Spent With You.

How warmly I remember that first day
first hour, first moment of you finding me
Never would I have imagined that our paths should cross
but there you were . . . charming me
Whether it was bright or dim escaped me
for I was so in awe of thee
It was a day in December, a Summer's day for me
but the bitter cold of Winter was still about thee
This day for me would not go unrecorded
nor its memory slip away
For so palpable was your effect on me . . .
Never was I blind to see or feel
the blossoming of my heart
For like the petals of a flower
my love would bloom for thee
And I did foresee that I could truly love thee . . .
You had captivated me
And by the Springtime
when your May trees were all in bud
The beauty of your words
had transported me to thee
I can remember for it was a day like no other
I would never let it go
For its memory stayed within my heart
etched there for eternity . . .
To walk in this place with you
was everything to me
Your handsome face, your smile
our warmest words exchanged
So sweet to have you close to me
To be in your presence
you meant so much to me . . .
I do recall that first touch
how could I forget?
As we walked side by side
our hands softly touched
Such a feeling of sweet, fleeting intimacy
And from that day you held my heart
and I knew it would always be yours . . .
I wished this day would never end
to be with you forever
To wander in your garden faire
and wile away the hours
To touch the leaves and flowers
just you and I, together . . .
But days like these are fleeting
and separation tears at my heart
Such a feeling of sadness and regret
when we two did part . . .

Poem by Dianne D. ♥

Image : Claude Monet - Water Lilies and Clouds


HLiza said...

Such a sweet feeling when two hands your usual stirred my deepest emotion!

dianne said...

Thank you dear HLiza
I'm so pleased that you loved my poem, you can feel the emotion which is there ... yes, it is such a sweet feeling when the hands of the one we love softly touch ours. xoxoxo ♡

foam said...

i googled rossetti yesterday since i was not familiar with her. it's interesting in that i've seen her image as painted by her brother but was not familiar with her as a poet.
so, thanks for introducing me to her.

your lovely poem is a perfect accompaniment to rossetti's poem. you express your sentiments so very well. you are a poet, dianne ..

Mayden' s Voyage said...

"As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow."

Oh wow...a perfectly visual line. It stays with me for the entire poem. While your poem reflects how the moment of the encounter was forever etched on the surface of your heart.

Lovely Diane~ ♥♥♥

puerileuwaite said...

I like it! And if it does not offend, I would like to have cards printed with your poem. Then I plan to hand them out to random strangers at the mall who walk alongside me for at least 2-store lengths.

tinkerbell the bipolar faerie said...

How is it, that a moment as traceless as a thaw of bygone snow imprints itself so heavily on a heart?

dianne said...

Thanks dear Mayden ,
yes that is a beautifully visual line, I find the complete poem captivating, I guess that is why I love it so much.

I realise that my poem pales in comparison to that of Ms Rossetti, I took from it the inspiration to express the feelings of my first encounter, the affection which grew over quite some time, the memory etched deep within my heart and the sadness of parting but that was not the end of the story.
For there were many such encounters to follow but now I feel my Colonel is gone ... but I do not regret one day which was spent in his presence even if it was only his words on the page to me.

xoxoxo ♡♡♡

dianne said...

Thank you Puggles my sweet, I am pleased that you liked my poem.

No it does not offend, if you wish to have my poem printed on cards to hand out to random strangers at the mall, well that is fine.
But I ask what would it possibly achieve, do you think the words could possibly induce them to love you or maybe it would put them to sleep?

xoxoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Hi dear tinkerbell

I think that Christina Rossetti is looking back from the present, her present at the time, as the next few lines she has written would imply that she could have felt love for this person, it could have been a great love but at the time she did not value its significance. She has let him go, a missed opportunity and now feels regret for having done so ... that is the impression her words gave me.
Does this help to explain your question at all?

If only I could recollect it!
Such a day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow.
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much!
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand! - Did one but know!

xoxoxo ♡

Sarah Sofia Ganborg said...

love the painting!

thanks for your sweet comments!

we're alright, but really pushing it with the renovations - really hard work and long hours...!

dianne said...

Thanks dear Sarah Sofia

pleased that you liked the painting.

I hope the renovations will soon be finished so that you can enjoy the benefits of your hard work. xoxox ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dear Foamy

I'm so pleased that you googled Christina Rossetti, she has written some very lovely poems, apparently she was very much involved with the Pre-Raphaelite movement and the contemporaries of her brother, Dante.

I have loved this poem for quite some time and it inspired me to write my poem as a personal narrative of my own experience and feelings for a special gentleman in my life, one Colonel Brandon. The lovely conversations we exchanged, the imaginative adventures we embarked upon, the walks we took together in the garden of his Manor,the deep and real affection I felt for him, all very 'Jane Austen' ...
We had so much fun writing to each other in this manner in the comments of his blog Nature Diary, when he adopted the persona of 'Colonel Brandon' from 'Sense and Sensibility' and I was Ms.Dianne of Somersby Manor.
It now seems like such a long time ago, though my memories of these times are very clear ... I was just trying to recapture a little of the happiness I felt then when I was sure of his friendship and him being here for me... sadly he seems to have gone.
I was hoping to paint a small garden scene with a couple in the costume of the that period walking together but I did not have the time ... maybe one day I will ... I decided that the reflective painting of Monet's water lilies and clouds would be a good substitute.
I'm so pleased that you enjoyed my poem and thank you for your kind words and constant encouragement. xoxoxoxo ♡

April 25, 2010 11:39 PM

Craftsman of light said...

Dear Aussi Christina Rossetti ,

You poem and Monet...what more could one ask to make the day smile inspite of the melancholic words....

Maybe thats why Monet is there....

Well, a few days ago i came and read your poem i let it sink into my heart....
At school i did C.R...but Dianne, what you write, matter much more.... as it will always!

dianne said...

Thank you dearest Col , you are always so sweet to me and very generous with your praise of my poems ... so lovely of you to read it and let it sink into your heart.

I'm pleased that I could make the day smile, I chose the Monet image because of its reflection of the garden, sky and clouds, just as if I was in a garden walking beside a pond.

My poem is melancholic, it is a reflection of the feelings I had for someone who meant so much to me, one of those special people who come into our lives and touch our heart ... sadly he is now gone.

But life must go on, we can't go back and relive the past, or pick up the broken pieces and try to mend what has gone, it doesn't seem to work that way ... we must be thankful for the memories and the little rays of happiness they bring and be happy with what we have now.
Thanks Col, it is nice to know that what I write does matter, you are very special.

Hugs to you too
Dianne xoxoxo ♡

/t. said...

i remember
my first handful
like it was yesterday

guess i'm just a romantic at heart ;)

well, i think your poem is a lovely expression of your memories, dianne, and of course you can never go far wrong with monet waterlilies

× × ×


dianne said...

Thank you dear /t. ... but 'first handful of what'? ;)

Sadly this now is all memories, mostly real and some elaborated on with imagination ... we did not hold hands, he was too far away, but some people are so romantic their words draw you very close to them.
So pleased that you enjoyed the expression of my memories and of course, Monet's waterlilies.

xoxoxo ♡

/t. said...

handful of hand,
of course


dianne said...

Handful of hand, dear /t.
something very special about holding the hand of the one you love; so romantic, that first touch can be so lovely. xoxoxo ♡

Leovi said...

Both very nice, but in yours find more nostalgia, melancholy and disappointment.

dianne said...

Thank you dear Leovi ,
you are very kind.

Saludos. xoxoxo ♡