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An Analysis of Christina Rossetti's The World

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The World
--Christina Rossetti

By day she woos me, soft, exceeding fair:
   But all night as the moon so changeth she;
   Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy
And subtle serpents gliding in her hair.
By day she wooes me to the outer air,
   Ripe fruits, sweet flowers, and full satiety:
   But through the night, a beast she grins at me,
A very monster void of love and prayer.
By day she stands a lie: by night she stands
   In all the naked horror of the truth
With pushing horns and clawed and clutching hands.
Is this a friend indeed; that I should sell
   My soul to her, give her my life and youth,
Till my feet, cloven too, take hold on hell?

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Analysis


Christina Rossetti’s "The World" is one of extremes. A heaven seeming hell occurring within spheres of light and darkness. Read one way, “The World” holds light as liar and night as truthful. Often, light is used as medium of truth and darkness that of falsehood and although the poem seems to be doing the opposite, when a…

Let's Make A Turmeric Shot

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Why would you want to make a turmeric shot instead of the tea? Because: 1. You don't feel like straining turmeric...it is already in all your clothes! 2. You would rather drink another tea...(try Assam black tea with cloves + a hint of lavender) 3. You are in a bit of a hurry and can't go through the whole nine yards   4. You are always looking for an excuse to have some lemon/lime :D
You will need: grounded turmeric, lime/lemon, black pepper, lukewarm (boiled) water. + Ground about 3 black peppers and add to a half teaspoon of turmeric + Squeeze a half of fresh lime/lemon juice into pepper + turmeric mixture + Add about 3 table spoons of lukewarm (boiled) water to mixture and stir + Done! Drink in about 1-2 swallows. It's a shot! Yummy! No? O_O
Xx Jane




On a Chilly Spring Afternoon

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Wishing you brilliance in the name of WEekend! -- Jane

Between the Pages of Letters to A Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke

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"No one can advise or help you--no one. There is only one thing you should do. Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write. This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple 'I must,' then build your life in accordance with this necessity; your whole life,  even into its humblest and most indifferent hour, must become a sign and witness to this impulse. Then come close to Nature. Then, as if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose"
(Rainer Maria Rilke. Letters to a Young Poet. Trans. Stephen Mitchell. NY: Modern Library, 2001. p.6-7).
The prompt that one ought to read Rainer Maria Rilke’s Let…

Feed Me, Also, River God by Marianne Moore + Analysis

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Feed Me, Also, River God
by Marianne Moore

Lest by diminished vitality and abated
   vigilance, I become food for crocodiles--for that quicksand
   of gluttony which is legion. It is there close at hand--
      on either side
      of me. You remember the Israelites who said in pride

and stoutness of heart: “The bricks are fallen down, we will
   build with hewn stone, the sycamores are cut down, we will
   change to cedars”? I am not ambitious to dress stones, to
      renew forts, nor to match
      my value in action, against their ability to catch

up with arrested prosperity. I am not like
   them, indefatigable, but if you are a god, you will
   not discriminate against me. Yet--if you may fulfill
      none but prayers dressed
      as gifts in return for your gifts--disregard the request.


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I came across “Feed Me, Also, River God,” by Marianne Moore on Poets.org and enjoyed it so much I am passing it along, perhaps you, too, might find it enjoyable. I often find Moore’s poem…

Photography: In Spring

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to bloom through to truth less no more not -- Jane