Winter My Secret Poem Summary and Analysis LitCharts
About this Lecture. Lecture. In this module, we read through the poem 'Winter, My Secret', focusing in particular on: (i) the genre of dramatic monologue and its key characteristics; (ii) the extraordinary proliferation of rhymes ("it froze, and blows and snows") - almost to a nonsensical level; and (iii) the nature of the speaker's secret, which is repeatedly hinted at but never.
Winter My Secret Poem by Christina Rossetti
Christina Rossetti's poem 'My Secret' is a powerful exploration of the hidden depths of winter. Through vivid imagery and intricate language, Rossetti delves into the mysteries of this season, revealing its hidden secrets and hidden meanings.
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'Winter: My Secret' was published in Rossetti's first collect, Goblin Community and Other Poems. This collection largely consisting of non-devotional
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Winter: My Secret By Christina Rossetti I tell my secret? No indeed, not I; Perhaps some day, who knows? But not today; it froze, and blows and snows, And you're too curious: fie! You want to hear it? well: Only, my secret's mine, and I won't tell. Or, after all, perhaps there's none: Suppose there is no secret after all, But only just my fun.
English Literature Poem Analysis "Winter My Secret"
I tell my secret? No indeed, not I: Perhaps some day, who knows? But not today; it froze, and blows and snows, And you're too curious: fie! You want to hear it? well: Only, my secret's mine, and I won't tell. Or, after all, perhaps there's none: Suppose there is no secret after all, But only just my fun. Today's a nipping day, a biting day;
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A Short Analysis of Christina Rossetti's 'Winter: My Secret' A summary of Rossetti's poem by Dr Oliver Tearle Christina Rossetti (1830-94) originally gave her poem 'Winter: My Secret' the rather less appealing title 'Nonsense'. She renamed it with its more exciting title when it was published in Goblin Market and Other Poems in 1862.
Winter My Secret Exhibition at Cindy Rucker Gallery in New York
The poem, ' Winter: My Secret ' by Christina Rossetti, has confounded contemporary and modern critics as well as readers, as there is no apparent secret to which the poem can be related, and Rossetti's verse resists revealing its subject.
Winter My Secret Poem Summary and Analysis LitCharts
Winter: My Secret I tell my secret? No indeed, not I: Perhaps some day, who knows? But not today; it froze, and blows and snows, And you're too curious: fie! You want to hear it? well: Only, my secret's mine, and I won't tell. Or, after all, perhaps there's none: Suppose there is no secret after all, But only just my fun.
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Overall message Click the card to flip 👆 The writer uses the metaphor of winter which symbolises wrapping up from the cold to show that she wants her secrets to be repressed and concealed
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Nor even May, whose flowers. One frost may wither thro' the sunless hours. Perhaps some languid summer day, When drowsy birds sing less and less, And golden fruit is ripening to excess, If there's not too much sun nor too much cloud, And the warm wind is neither still nor loud, Perhaps my secret I may say, Or you may guess.
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Christina Rossetti - Winter: My Secret I tell my secret? No indeed, not I: Perhaps some day, who knows? But not today; it froze, and blows and snows, And you're too curious: fie! You want to hear it? well: Only, my secret's mine, and I won't tell. Click the card to flip 👆
"Winter My Secret" by Christina Rossetti, recited by The Wordman YouTube
Suppose there is no secret after all, But only just my fun. Today's a nipping day, a biting day; In which one wants a shawl, A veil, a cloak, and other wraps: I cannot ope to every one who taps, And let the draughts come whistling thro' my hall; Come bounding and surrounding me, Come buffeting, astounding me, Nipping and clipping thro' my wraps.
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'Winter: My Secret'. But what secret? In this post, we offer some notes towards a summary and analysis of Rossetti's poem. Winter: My Secret I tell my secret? No indeed, not I: Perhaps some day, who knows? But not today; it froze, and blows, and snows, And you're too curious: fie! You want to hear it? well: Only, my secret's mine, and I won't tell.
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Winter: My Secret Christina Rossetti 1830 (London) - 1894 (London) Life Nature I tell my secret? No indeed, not I; Perhaps some day, who knows? But not today; it froze, and blows and snows, And you're too curious: fie! You want to hear it? well: Only, my secret's mine, and I won't tell. Or, after all, perhaps there's none:
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Winter: My Secret Lyrics I tell my secret? No indeed, not I; Perhaps some day, who knows? But not today; it froze, and blows and snows, And you're too curious: fie! You want to hear it? well:.