dante gabriel rossetti

• resim ve siir dunyasindan alti kisi ile beraber birbirlerine destek olduklari ve karsi saldirilara karsi beraber savunduklari pre-raphaelite brotherhood kurucusu. ilk zamanlarda yazdigi siirleriyle john keats'in etkilendigi kisilerden. dante ismini daha sonra kendisi dante alighieri'ye hayranligindan dolayi eklemis. asiri dozda laudanum alip olen elizabeth siddal, fanny cornworth, jane morris resimlerinde ilham aldigi kisiler olmus. en guzel resimlerinden biri. butun resimleri buradan gorulebilir.
  
  jenny isimli siirinden;
  
  this room of yours, my jenny, looks
  a change from mine so full of books,
  whose serried ranks hold fast, forsooth,
  so many captive hours of youth, —
  the hours they thieve from day and night
  to make one's cherished work come right,
  and leave it wrong for all their theft,
  even as to-night my work was left:
  until i vowed that since my brain
  and eyes of dancing seemed so fain,
  my feet should have some dancing too: —
  and thus it was i met with you.
  well, i suppose 'twas hard to part,
  for here i am. and now, sweetheart,
  you seem too tired to get to bed
  
  the one hope siiri;
  
  when vain desire at last and vain regret
  go hand in hand to death, and all is vain,
  what shall assuage the unforgotten pain
  and teach the unforgetful to forget?
  
  silent noon siiri;
  
  your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, --
  the finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
  your eyes smile peace. the pasture gleams and glooms
  'neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
  all round our nest, far as the eye can pass,
  are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge
  where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.
  'tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.
  
  deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly
  hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky: --
  so this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above.
  oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
  this close-companioned inarticulate hour
  when twofold silence was the song of love.
  
  en etkileyici siirlerinden without her;
  
  what of her glass without her? the blank gray
  there where the pool is blind of the moon’s face.
  her dress without her? the tossed empty space
  of cloud-rack whence the moon has passed away.
  her paths without her? day’s appointed sway
  usurped by desolate night. her pillowed place
  without her? tears, ah me! for love’s good grace,
  and cold forgetfulness of night or day.
  what of the heart without her? nay, poor heart,
  of thee what word remains ere speech be still?
  a wayfarer by barren ways and chill,
  steep ways and weary, without her thou art,
  where the long cloud, the long wood’s counterpart,
  sheds doubled darkness up the labouring hill