Poem of the Week: How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

02 November 2012

photographer in the tree: "Don't mind me. just twirl." ;)
  How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. 
    I love thee to the depth and breadth and height 
    My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight 
    For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. 
    I love thee to the level of everyday's 
    Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. 
    I love thee freely, as men might strive for Right; 
    I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. 
    I love thee with the passion put to use 
    In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. 
    I love thee with a love I seemed to lose 
    With my lost saints,–I love thee with the breath, 
    Smiles, tears, of all my life!–and, if God choose, 
    I shall but love thee better after death.

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P.S. You'll be noticing several guest posts hereabouts during the month of November. The purpose behind this strange occurrence is my involvement in NaNoWriMo and the strain it will put on my free time. I'll still be popping in and out every once in a while, and weekly poems will go up with as much regularity as I can manage, but that's all I can promise. I hope you enjoy the guest posts, and I'll see you in December. :)

1 epistles:

  1. I loved that. A really nice expression of how love feels.


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