New the wonders of Christina Rosettii. Love Goblin Market and interested in meaning is Winter: My Secret!
Winter: My Secret
by Christina Georgina Rossetti
I tell my secret? No indeed, not I:
Perhaps some day, who knows?
But not today; it froze, and blows, and snows,
And you're too curious: fie!
You want to hear it? well:
Only, my secret's mine, and I won't tell.
Or, after all, perhaps there's none:
Suppose there is no secret after all,
But only just my fun.
Today's a nipping day, a biting day;
In which one wants a shawl,
A veil, a cloak, and other wraps:
I cannot ope to every one who taps,
And let the draughts come whistling thro' my hall;
Come bounding and surrounding me,
Come buffeting, astounding me,
Nipping and clipping thro' my wraps and all.
I wear my mask for warmth: who ever shows
His nose to Russian snows
To be pecked at by every wind that blows?
You would not peck? I thank you for good will,
Believe, but leave that truth untested still.
Spring's an expansive time: yet I don't trust
March with its peck of dust,
Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers,
Nor even May, whose flowers
One frost may wither thro' the sunless hours.
Perhaps some languid summer day,
When drowsy birds sing less and less,
And golden fruit is ripening to excess,
If there's not too much sun nor too much cloud,
And the warm wind is neither still nor loud,
Perhaps my secret I may say,
Or you may guess.
I guessed her secret, yes I did.
But would I tell it? God forbid!
Hugh, you must be the young fie! in the poem....she said you would "perhaps" one day guess. Please do tell the secret.
But if Hugh told, it wouldn't be secret any more.
So, do we need secrets?.....what is the importance of secrets...hasn't the persona in the poem already been very open and in some way revealed her secret? The irony is she is afraid to reveal herself yet she is an emotional whore. Is it not the secret which is causing here to lead a very cold/miserable existence despite her efforts to protect herself?
The secret will become common knowledge "some languid summer day" whether Hugh spills it or not.
Here are some more riddles (charades) by Christina Rossetti:
I will put the answers below, after some spoiler space, for numbers 1 and 3. Stephen should be particularly interested in #3.
Thanx Hugh. A goddess bore? Too right.
"I wear my mask for warmth" suggests that she has become "cold" in order to protect her secret. It is a common defense mechanism. Oh hum...
Nah, it's a kid's pome. The answer is 'I love you'. We are at the end of summer now (unless we're in Australia), so I guess I can let it out.