Christina is waiting
what is your name Christina
thinks Christina and tries to feel
Iona Volach. Christina
by rosy glades
passed me Cecilia
spilling blue bells
Iona Volach. Cecilia
they chop of my head
with a gladioli stalk
and pick up my head
with two gladioli stalks
and pack up my head
in rustling paper.
Iona Volach. Ionatan
‘Cecilia never went to school
without her gladiator’ – it was
Christina Georgina Rossetti’s first poem
dictated to her mother, – told Cecilia. –
Cecilia always liked it,
although never understood.
Christina never went to school.
She couldn’t mean that ‘semivitalized
school’, – told Cecilia, – she and her mother
were, unremuneratively toiling and moiling at’
as brother William Michael wrote once.
Anyway, it was years after.
A mere verbiage on his part,
but it also made itself felt.
“Grown and Flown” – Christina wrote
and then: “Passing and Glassing”.
“Grown and Flown”, it was love,
“Passing and Glassing” was life,
but ‘toiling and moiling’ was Christina,
as brother William nicely put it.