Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Angela


The First Day
by Christina Rossetti

I wish I could remember the first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me;
If bright or dim the season it might be;
Summer or winter for aught I can say.
So, unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to forsee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom, yet, for many a May.

If only I could recollect it! Such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow.
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much!
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand! - Did one but know!

1 comments:

Bilka said...

This poem is beautiful! I drafted a post about "first" experiences and searched for pictures. Finally, I am here and reading this amasing poetry! Thanks for nice evening emotions)