A Birthday
by Christina Rossetti
My heart is like a singing
bird
My heart is like an
apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow
shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all
these,
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a daïs of silk and
down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and
pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver
grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
Is come, my love is come to me.
A British-born lady of Italian decent, Christina Rossetti (1830 - 1894) (pictured) is considered to be a major Victorian Era poet, on a par with Emily Dickinson. She is best known for her ballads. Reference to this and additional biographical information may be found here: http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/716. Her poetry has been reviewed in Songs of Eretz before, here: http://eretzsongs.blogspot.com/2013/05/review-of-to-my-mother-by-christina.html and here: http://eretzsongs.blogspot.com/2012/12/review-of-my-secret-by-christina.html.
The poem is divided into two octets. Taken alone, the first stanza would make a delightful love poem--ignoring the title, it is only at the end of the second stanza that we discover the birthday theme. The rhyme-scheme is an intricate abcbdcec fghgigjc with "my love is come to me" as a refrain. The lyricism and rich imagery of things rare and beautiful in nature are gorgeous.
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