Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti
Lahir	Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-12-05)5 Desember 1830 London, Inggris
Meninggal	29 Desember 1894(1894-12-29) (umur 64) London, Inggris
Pekerjaan	Penyair, Penulis
Bahasa	English
Kebangsaan	Inggris

Christina Georgina Rossetti (5 Desember 1830 – 29 Desember 1894) adalah seorang penyair dan penulis Inggris.

Beberapa karyanya selama hidupnya adalah:

1. A Birthday
2. Remember
3. When I am dead, my dearest
4. Who Has Seen the Wind?
5. In An Artist's Studio
6. A Daughter Of Eve
7. Uphill
8. What Would I Give
9. Winter: My Secret
10. Cousin Kate
11. Promises Like Pie-Crust
12. A Study (A Soul)
13. Dream Land
14. A Better Ressurection
15. No, Thank You John
16. Sleeping at last
17. Echo
18. The First Day
19. Rest
20. Fluttered Wings
21. Bride Song
22. By The Sea
23. Mirage
24. Monna Innominata: A Sonnet of Sonnets
25. An Apple-Gathering
26. From Sunset to Star Rise

The Milking-Maid (Pembantu Pemerahan) The year stood at its equinox, And bluff the North was blowing. A bleat of lambs came from the flocks, Green hardy things were growing. I met a maid with shining locks, Where milky kine were lowing. She wore a kerchief on her neck, Her bare arm showed its dimple. Her apron spread without a speck, Her air was frank and simple. She milked into a wooden pail, And sang a country ditty - An innocent fond lovers' tale, That was not wise nor witty. She kept in time without a beat, As true as church-bell ringers, Unless she tapped time with her feet, Or squeezed it with her fingers. I stood a minute out of sight, Stood silent for a minute, To eye the pail, and creamy white The frothing milk within it.

To eye the comely milking maid, Herself so fresh and creamy. “Good day to you!” at last I said, She turned her head to see me. “Good day!” she said with lifted head, Her eyes looked soft and dreamy. And all the while she milked and milked The grave cow heavy-laden. I've seen grand ladies, plumed and silked, But not a sweeter maiden. But not a sweeter fresher maid Than this in homely cotton, Whose pleasant face and silky braid I have not yet forgotten. Perhaps my rose is overblown, Not rosy or too rosy. Perhaps in farmhouse of her own Some husband keeps her cosy. Where I should show a face unknown? - Good bye, my wayside posy!

(Dari puisi "The Milking-Maid" ("Pembantu Pemerahan") oleh Christina Georgina Rossetti)