Saturday Poetry Corner: The First Day

 

 

 

"Mighty waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away."
(Song of Solomon 8:7)

 

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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 foresee,

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!

 

"The First Day"
(1881)
Christina Rossetti 
(1830-1894)
English writer and poetess