It’s Good Friday. At last I have a week’s break from school. They received their report cards this morning. Happy Easter, kids. This morning I realize how exhausted I am from the grind of teaching high school. It gets worse when I look around at all the chores I have to do to prepare for our Easter Sunday soiree. The warm days of spring have brought yard work back into my life. Someday, I hope I can afford to hire someone so I won’t have to do yard work or clean my own house. That would give me so much more time for my writing.
I’ve been doing some more reading on Rossetti and his crew. I think in philosophy and wildness they must have been much like the second generation of the Romantic poets. They all felt life’s joys and sorrows so intensely. And they definitely were worshippers of beauty. To illustrate, look at this quote I found on the link below. Rossetti was traumatized when he lost his Elizabeth. The speaker is talking of how Rossetti adored her, the love of his life, and how the way he looked at her was diffirent from the way other men would have looked at her.
“And yet Elizabeth had been loved tenderly, loved by the man and by the artist, which is to be loved twice, because painters have a tenderness for the creature that suddenly realizes for them, in an exquisite and living form, a long cherished dream, and lavish upon her a gaze that is more thoughtful, more intuitive and, to put it plainly, more charged with love than is possible for other men.”