Poetry Friday

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I heard this poem recited for the first time this week, and instantly fell in love with it, particularly the celebratory tone of the second stanza.

I dedicate it especially to those of you who are celebrating the birthday of your lives this week. May you be blessed with many more.

A Birthday 

    Y heart is like a singing bird
    Whose nest is in a water’d shoot;
    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.

by: Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

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