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“With stillness that is almost Paradise.
Darkness more clear than noonday holdeth her,
Silence more musical than any song;”
- Christina Rossetti, 1862

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bischmihu Jan 27

“I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,
If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,
If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun
And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
Sing, robin, sing;
I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring.”
[#ChristinaRossetti, The First Spring Day]
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Esther Payne

Jan 22

@theorangetheme @mttaggart

Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti seems rather apt indeed.

Re-reading in full was eye opening. Swap out the Fae for big tech and it's rather apt.

It takes a cost to leave the walled gardens of Big Tech. But we must.

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https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44996/goblin-market

Goblin Market

Morning and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: “Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, Lemons and oranges, Plump unpeck’d cherries, Melons and raspberries, Bloom-down-cheek’d peaches, Swart-headed mulberries, Wild free-born cranberries, Crab-apples, dewberries,…

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Life on the Wicked Stage: Act 3 Jan 20

Light In The Dark

The unceasing tumult of insane happenings continue rolling in, like a relentless pounding of waves threatening to drown us all. It’s enough to make you look for even the slightest glimmer of light in the darkness.

I’m not sure such a glimmer exists. To my way of thinking what’s happening can only continue to get worse until something, anything breaks in a way that no one is going to be able to control. It’s wretched enough that I find myself hoping that happens each morning.

The history of humankind proves that however this reaches a conclusion, that climax and its denouement will make its crescendo seem almost palpably tame by comparison. And, as we’ve proven and continue to prove, we’re certainly no smarter and no better than those who’ve screwed things up in the past.

Sorry for the bleakness. But it’s how I’m feeling things in the middle of this cold, darkening winter. These days remind me of the first stanza of Christina Rossetti’s poem, originally published in 1872 under the title A Christmas Carol.

In the bleak midwinter
frosty wind made moan,
earth stood hard as iron,
water like a stone:
snow had fallen,
snow on snow, snow on snow,
in the bleak midwinter,
long ago.

Although today does not feel so long ago.

You can also find more of my writings on a variety of topics on Medium at this link, including in the publications Ellemeno and Rome. I can also be found on social media under my name as above.

(image taken by the author)

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Judy Elfferich Dec 24

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow
in the bleak midwinter, long ago

Ooteoote-serie Poetry in motion, 541: Christina Rossetti, In the bleak midwinter (A Christmas carol)
https://bit.ly/PIM541-rossetti
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