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I have to admit, I'm not a big fan of poetry. But having said that, this collection of sonnets from Dante Gabriel Rosetti was an enjoyable read. Poems range from the very innocent to the incredibly intimate in content, but what I liked the most was the language used. It's easy to get lost in these words, and that's not a wholly unpleasant experience.
Rossetti's paintings are out of this world. In his poetry he goes even further by describing intimate relationships. The sensuality was beautiful and it's easy to understand why the poems were controversial (a couple falls asleep after sex etc.), but in the end the purpleness and the excessive praise for love and beauty proved to be too much. Even in small doses.
I used to be rossetti's #1 hater when i read Astarte Syriaca, but Borges' lectures on the Pre-Raphaelites persuaded me to give him another try. Borges was under the impression Rossetti had written some of the finest sonnets in English; I'm inclined to agree, or, at least, submit my inability to adjudicate between pieces of the caliber of some presented here.
Rossetti left the original manuscript on his wife's corpse when she was buried. We have these poems in this collection because, by reason of his financial straits, his friends, years after her decease, exhumed the text. Grisly.
Some incredible lines in here.
"Cold commemorative eyes"
"Spring's foot half falters; scarce she yet may know The leafless blackthorn-blossom from the snow"
"Ti amo, cara: e come potrai tu mai capire / quanto ti amo?" "In pari grado io ti amo, / ecco come lo so." "Cara, non puoi sapere / quanto tu sia bella." "Se bella tanto da guadagnare / il tuo amore, il mio amore null'altro chiede." / "Il mio amore cresce a ogni ora, cara." "E anche il mio, / pur se da tempo già mi sembrava colmo!" / Così gli amanti, finché arrivi il turno dei baci.
O felici, quelli cui parole come queste / Furono linguaggio, in gioventù, tutto il giorno, / ora dopo ora, via dalla ressa del mondo, / da lavoro, lotte, gloria, dai mille assalli del vivere, / mentre amore alitava, in sospiri e silenzi, / attraverso due anime unite, un estatico controcanto.
The best quality of Dante Gabriel Rossett’s sonnet sequence “The House of Life” isn’t its philosophical orientation but rather the musicality of its language. Like the paintings reproduced in the Cotswold Willow edition, the poems are driven by their own lush aesthetic, and while I tend to prefer the paintings, the verses are lovely in their way, and that’s enough for me.
Поэзия Россетти полна мистики и символизма. Чувственный, романтический слог при сложном, замысловатом синтаксисе. Язый, богатый описаниями малейших деталей, и узнаваемая мелодика стиха - все это ярко характеризует автора.
I would caution anyone seeking an edition of 'The House of Life' not to buy from this company. Typographical errors abound in the paperback edition, and I find it hard to believe a text could have gone to print so littered with misplaced punctuation, bizarre spelling errors and a constant misuse of 'ruth' for truth' after even a glance from a proofreader.
I saw Corpse Bride right after I read this sonnet sequence, so Burton's film is entangled with Rossetti's dead lady imagery in my mind. Also, this book inspired a couple sonnets of my own--helped me grow as a poet.