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On This Day: Bitter for Sweet

12/4/2013

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On This Day: December 5th 1830

Christina Rossetti was born in London

Bitter for Sweet                                 



Summer is gone with all its roses,
  Its sun and perfumes and sweet flowers,

  Its warm air and refreshing showers:
    And even Autumn closes.

Yea, Autumn’s chilly self is going,
  And Winter comes which is yet colder,
  Each day the hoar-frost waxes bolder
    And the last buds cease blowing.

Christina Rossetti


It’s that time of year again: officially winter by the calendar and the weather forecasts are mentioning the S word. Expect traffic havoc, the country grinding to a halt and politicians making great play of a £50 energy bill giveaway. (£50 from average rises of £120 is still a £70 rise, right?)

So, anyway, Christina Rossetti is giving us a good dose of pathetic fallacy; ascribing human emotions and sympathies to nature. Except that in this poem there is no explicit mention of human emotion, just the relentless march of the year: Summer is gone, Autumn closes followed by the colder winter. The feelings of doom and gloom you have to add for yourself, but that’s not too difficult, is it?

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