Judith Baumel: The Last Judgment in which Enrico Scrovegni is Seen Presenting a Model of His Chapel to the Blessed Mother
Like a litter of mice born bare and squirming
the resurrected emerge from the cracked ground,
their bodies so very pale and hairless
so small and scrawny, stunned and scrambling
to comport themselves.
August 14, 2022 · 1 Comment
Michael Simms: Re-reading Christina Rossetti’s ‘In an Artist’s Studio’
The value of Rossetti’s poem lies in both the expert use of the Petrarchan sonnet, a particularly challenging form to master in English, and in the poet’s complex stance on the role of art in creating and re-enforcing images of women.
January 24, 2020 · Leave a comment
Christina Rossetti: “I wish I could remember that first day”
I wish I could remember that first day First hour, first moment of your meeting me, If bright or dim the season, it might be Summer or Winter for aught … Continue reading
August 12, 2016 · 2 Comments
