Eve

Nirvana · منذ 3 أسبوع/أسابيع

Eve

Christina Rossetti
1830 – 1894

While I sit at the door
Sick to gaze within
Mine eye weepeth sore
For sorrow and sin
As a tree my sin stands
To darken all lands
Death is the fruit it bore
"How have Eden bowers grown
Without Adam to bend them
How have Eden flowers blown
Squandering their sweet breath
Without me to tend them
The Tree of Life was ours
Tree twelvefold-fruited
Most lofty tree that flowers
Most deeply rooted
I chose the tree of death
"Hadst thou but said me nay
Adam, my brother
I might have pined away
I, but none other
God might have let thee stay
Safe in our garden
By putting me away
Beyond all pardon
"I, Eve, sad mother
Of all who must live
I, not another
Plucked bitterest fruit to give
My friend, husband, lover
O wanton eyes, run over
Who but I should grieve
Cain hath slain his brother
Of all who must die mother
Miserable Eve
Thus she sat weeping
Thus Eve our mother
Where one lay sleeping
Slain by his brother
Greatest and least
Each piteous beast
To hear her voice
Forgot his joys
And set aside his feast
The mouse paused in his walk
And dropped his wheaten stalk
Grave cattle wagged their heads
In rumination
The eagle gave a cry
From his cloud station
Larks on thyme beds
Forbore to mount or sing
Bees drooped upon the wing
The raven perched on high
Forgot his ration
The conies in their rock
A feeble nation
Quaked sympathetical
The mocking-bird left off to mock
Huge camels knelt as if
In deprecation
The kind hart's tears were falling
Chattered the wistful stork
Dove-voices with a dying fall
Cooed desolation
Answering grief by grief
Only the serpent in the dust
Wriggling and crawling
Grinned an evil grin and thrust
His tongue out with its fork

**دمــ ع ــة قــ م ــر** · منذ 3 أسبوع/أسابيع

CHRISTINA Georgina Rossetti, who, as a devotional poet, 'has not her equal in the English language,' says Sir Edmund Gosse in his History of English Literature, was born on December 5, 1830, the youngest of a family of four gifted children. Her father was a professor and a poet. Three of his children also became writers and poets.
Her brother Dante also gained fame as a painter.

Nirvana

Your choice of the poem tells many things about you
But most of all it tells little secrets about your eloquent litrary taste

For now, let me welcome you though very late to leblover and particularly to the language department
I really hope to see more of your participation with us

Best regards
moon's tears

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ودي و وردي
دمــ ع ــة قــ م ــر

**لين** · منذ 3 أسبوع/أسابيع

I like this kind of poems

The classic one that has a certain universal appeal

It touches upon some of our most basic emotional responses

Thanx Nirvana for the great choice

Welcome sis and waitin for more

Regards

Nirvana · منذ 3 أسبوع/أسابيع

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CHRISTINA Georgina Rossetti, who, as a devotional poet, 'has not her equal in the English language,' says Sir Edmund Gosse in his History of English Literature, was born on December 5, 1830, the youngest of a family of four gifted children. Her father was a professor and a poet. Three of his children also became writers and poets.
Her brother Dante also gained fame as a painter.

Nirvana

Your choice of the poem tells many things about you
But most of all it tells little secrets about your eloquent litrary taste

For now, let me welcome you though very late to leblover and particularly to the language department
I really hope to see more of your participation with us

Best regards
moon's tears

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ودي و وردي
دمــ ع ــة قــ م ــر

Dear sis

You added your flavor to the subject
Thanks for that and for the informations
Some of the choices affect our life
Others reflect our personalities and taste
Thanks for your nice presence

With love all the love
Nirvana

Angelic-Vampire · منذ 3 أسبوع/أسابيع

With lots of classical words
This poem is one of the best ones I've ever read
So touching, So deep
Thanks you so much for this nice sharin
N' ofcaurse welcome in our nice wrold
Be safe

منذ 3 أسبوع/أسابيع	#1
Nirvana «©»عاشق مبتدئ«©» تاريخ الانضمام: Nov 2006 المشاركات: 109	Eve Eve Christina Rossetti 1830 – 1894 While I sit at the door Sick to gaze within Mine eye weepeth sore For sorrow and sin As a tree my sin stands To darken all lands Death is the fruit it bore "How have Eden bowers grown Without Adam to bend them How have Eden flowers blown Squandering their sweet breath Without me to tend them The Tree of Life was ours Tree twelvefold-fruited Most lofty tree that flowers Most deeply rooted I chose the tree of death "Hadst thou but said me nay Adam, my brother I might have pined away I, but none other God might have let thee stay Safe in our garden By putting me away Beyond all pardon "I, Eve, sad mother Of all who must live I, not another Plucked bitterest fruit to give My friend, husband, lover O wanton eyes, run over Who but I should grieve Cain hath slain his brother Of all who must die mother Miserable Eve Thus she sat weeping Thus Eve our mother Where one lay sleeping Slain by his brother Greatest and least Each piteous beast To hear her voice Forgot his joys And set aside his feast The mouse paused in his walk And dropped his wheaten stalk Grave cattle wagged their heads In rumination The eagle gave a cry From his cloud station Larks on thyme beds Forbore to mount or sing Bees drooped upon the wing The raven perched on high Forgot his ration The conies in their rock A feeble nation Quaked sympathetical The mocking-bird left off to mock Huge camels knelt as if In deprecation The kind hart's tears were falling Chattered the wistful stork Dove-voices with a dying fall Cooed desolation Answering grief by grief Only the serpent in the dust Wriggling and crawling Grinned an evil grin and thrust His tongue out with its fork

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