Radical Romantics: Reimagining the Rossettis at London's Tate Britain
Christina Rossetti sits on her bed, awoken from sleep with her knees drawn away from her brother Michael. His feet are aflame, and he points a lily branch at her belly while a small white bird hovers nearby. It looks so familiar, and yet so fresh. Ecce ancilla Domini, their artist-sibling Gabriel intoned with its title. From somewhere deep in my soul the response bubbled up unbidden: fiat mihi secundum verbum tuum.
