“In Progress” by Christina Rossetti.

Ten years ago it seemed impossible That she should ever grow as calm as this, With self-remembrance in her warmest kiss And dim dried eyes like an exhausted well. Slow-speaking when she has some fact to tell, Silent with long unbroken silences, Centred in self yet not unpleased to please, Gravely monotonous like a passing bell. Mindful of drudging daily common things, Patient at pastime, patient at her work, Weary perhaps but strenuous certainly. Sometimes I fancy that we may one day see Her head shoot forth seven stars from where they lurk And her eyes lightnings and her shoulders wings.   There is an excerpt from Rossetti’s Goblin Market on this site, and although I do not find her angels as terrifying as those written by Nagy or Atwood, I still wonder at how the writer tells a metamorphosis. Of course I shall add in here links to Nagy’s Book, Between, in review and to Atwood’s Suicide Angel, which is only in the form of a reference to Funny Bones (at the base of this piece) along with the Rossetti’s Goblin Market link.

Christina Rossetti , by Dante Gabriel Rossetti Between by Nagy Notes on Fear Goblin Market Atwood and Julian of Norwich

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